Page 8 of Loved by a SEAL

Patrick’s reply came a few minutes later.

Yes, Sir. Are you able to attend?

Ryan thumbed a response into his phone:

Change of plans. I’ll be there. Hope it’s not an inconvenience.

His phone lit up immediately.

Not at all, Sir. Looking forward to it.

Ryan slid his phone back into his khakis, wondering what the hell he was doing. A woman playfully shrieked from the beach, and his gaze instantly shifted.

Not her. Just a couple having fun.

He clenched his fists and kept walking, wondering where they’d gone after they’d left. His gaze had followed Sarah as she’d left the restaurant earlier, and he’d been happy to see she was with her friend Morgan, not those other guys.

Didn’t mean he’d sleep any better tonight imagining that she’d gone out to another bar, met another group of men. He had the entire beach in front of him, yet his mind was focused only on a pair of hazel eyes, honeyed hair, and tempting curves.

Jesus Christ.

Why’d she have to be the sister of one of his men?

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