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“Bailey!” Taylor said in admonishment.

She grinned back, her eyes twinkling. “Okay, so maybe that’ll be the second date. But bring me along when you’re all getting together.”

“Mason did mention they have bonfires on the beach sometimes.”

“Excellent. I could snuggle up to a hard-bodied SEAL.”

“You’re relentless,” Taylor said.

“And that’s why you love me,” Bailey finished. “So, what do you say? Shopping time?”

“Yep,” Taylor said, grabbing her empty cup. “I need some new dresses for showing off to Mason.”

“Then let’s go do some damage to your credit card,” Bailey said with a grin.

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Mason grunted as he lifted the barbell above his head, Noah spotting him in the weight room. He fully extended his arms, lifting it higher and then brought it back down, his muscles rippling with exertion.

“Not too bad,” Noah scoffed as he helped him put it onto the rack.

“Not too bad my ass,” Mason said as he stood. “I’d love to see you do better.”

“Easy fellas,” Ryker said with a smirk as he sauntered over. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. Let me show you how it’s done.”

“Guess we need a smaller weight then,” Jacob quipped from where he was doing reps from across the room. The other men howled with laughter.

“Aw hell,” Hunter said with a grin, swiping his brow. “The rumor at Anchors the other night was that Ryker doesn’t have a small anything. Amazing how your reputation proceeds you.”

Mason smirked, his mind drifting as the others carried on around him.

He’d woken Taylor late yesterday afternoon and made love to her once more in his bed. They’d showered together afterwards, and he’d given her a clean tee shirt to wear while they ordered dinner. Her dress had eventually been air-dried in his dryer for the drive home, but there had been something sexy as hell about her walking around in his clothing.

The tee shirt had hung down to mid-thigh on her, but she wore the damn thing better than he ever had.

Her full breasts had pressed up against the soft cotton, and even though she’d smelled like his soap after their shower together, he loved that she smelled like him.

He’d claimed her as his own, kissed her entire body, and then showered and fed her.

Male pride surged through his chest at caring for his woman.

It had pained him to drop her off last night at her apartment, but he couldn’t have her stuck at his place all day. PT had started bright and early, and driving her home first thing would’ve been just as bad.

“What are you smiling about?” Hunter asked him with a smirk.

“Just remembering my day with Taylor yesterday. She has the day off today, and I’m stuck here on base with you assholes.”

“He’s got it bad,” Noah said with a grin. “When should we expect the invitations?”

“What invitations?” Colton asked as he sauntered into the weight room.

Mason crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “Noah’s giving up the Navy to become a wedding planner.”

Colton smirked. “Another one bites the dust. Camila and I aren’t engaged, so did you pop the question with Emma?”

“That would be a hell no,” Hunter said. “Emma doesn’t believe in marriage, and I’m not sure if I do either. Living in sin seems to suit us just fine.”

Mason’s gaze shifted back to Colton. “I took Taylor out yesterday, so in Noah’s world, that’s the equivalent of a walk down the aisle.” He stood, striding over to spot Noah on the weights.

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