Page 16 of Seduced by a SEAL

“Hell yeah,” Mason said, taking a pull of his beer as he gazed over at the group of women.

Noah smirked. “I figured you could use the help. After I pick the woman I want, I’ll let you choose from the leftovers.”

The rest of the table broke out in whoops and hollers.

Their waitress appeared just then, carrying a tray of wings and sliders. Colton nabbed his beer from the full tray, and she shot him a grateful look. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Mason said with a wink. Colton didn’t miss the slight hint of pink once again spreading over her cheeks.

“Just let me know if you boys need anything else.”

“Just your phone number,” Jacob said with a grin. “For Mason here, of course. I’ve already got a beautiful date tonight.”

Taylor turned ten shades of red as Mason shot Jacob a look that could kill. “He’s just teasing you, sweetheart. Not that I wouldn’t love to take you out sometime.”

“I don’t date customers,” she murmured hastily before turning and leaving.

Colton raised his eyebrows.

She was in such a rush to leave, she hadn’t even asked if they needed anything else.

“Blown off,” Mason said with a chuckle. “Maybe I can sweet talk her into a date another night.”

“All right, we’re heading out,” Jacob said, taking a final pull of his beer before pushing his chair back and standing up with his date. He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “We’ve got some quality time to spend together, right baby?”

The rest of the team said their goodbyes, and then Colton was left alone with Mason and Noah.

“Think we’ll get called up this weekend?” Mason asked.

“Tough to say,” Colton said. “The CO seemed to think the deployment is imminent. Just waiting on word from the Pentagon.”

During their briefing that morning, Delta’s CO had updated them on the pending op. The team was planning to move in and snatch an infamous drug lord in Bogota after the intel was final. And not just the head of any cartel— Miguel Rodriguez.

Camila’s father.

Ironic that she’d been reluctant to give him her last name when he’d known who she was all along. She’d been his target from the moment he stepped foot in Miami International Airport.

The fact that he’d ended up taking her to bed was just a bonus. He’d had plenty of one-night-stands during his career in the Navy. Women he’d meet at a bar, take home for the night, and then never see again. He’d never been with a woman that he’d set out intentionally to find though. One that he’d needed something from.

Getting her into bed had been damn near too easy. Unnecessary, too, since he’d bugged her suitcase right in the lobby of the hotel. He could’ve been on his way, never to see her again. Going through her belongings after making love to her had gotten additional information for the Pentagon though.

And the fact that she’d turned out to be a sex kitten?

That he now couldn’t get her out of his mind?

Colton took a long pull of his beer.

He’d didn’t feel an ounce of regret at sleeping with her. But the fact that he wouldn’t see her again? Something about that left him uneasy.

“Hell. Is Alpha coming with us?” Noah asked. The Alpha and Delta SEAL teams were both based out of Little Creek and had worked together recently rescuing an American woman being held hostage in the Middle East. The op had gone FUBAR though, with the Alpha team leader Patrick “Ice” Foster getting injured and medevac’d to Landstuhl.

The woman had been successfully rescued though, and everyone eventually made it back to the States in one piece.

“I don’t know if Alpha is coming on this one,” Colton said. “They were originally supposed to be lead, but it sounds like they’re needed elsewhere. Ice should be back.”

“I thought he was back on active duty a while ago,” Mason said.

“He went on his damned honeymoon,” Noah guffawed. “Hell, you’ll never see me falling into that trap.”

“Trap?” Colton asked, chuckling. “I’ll admit I don’t particularly want to get married at the moment, but I’m not sure if ‘trap’ is the word I’d use.”

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