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sure to give her my number. That way, once she wises up and realizes you’re not all that, I can be there to console her.”
Chasen chucked along with the other guys and threw a cleaning rag at Nash. The other man was a teammate and a friend, but at the same time, he had no desire to let Nash or anyone else anywhere near Hayley. Maybe that meant this thing with her was a real as he thought.
* * * * *
There were almost a dozen cars parked along the street by the time Hayley and Chasen got to Kurt and Melissa Travers’ Clairemont Mesa home that afternoon. Hayley picked up the container of brownies she’d made that morning from the seat beside her. She hadn’t wanted to come to the cookout empty-handed and brownies were one of the few things she knew how to make. Opening her door, Chasen took her free hand and helped her out. Following the sound of voices and laughter, they walked across the lawn and around to the back of the cute ranch-style house.
Hayley spotted Nash and Dalton immediately. Nash was with a petite redhead while Dalton had a leggy blonde at his side. Both men grinned, nodding at her and Chasen.
“Come on,” Chasen said. “Let’s drop off the brownies, then I’ll introduce you around.”
The rest of the guys on SEAL Team 5—or at least the other five who were there from Chasen’s sixteen-man platoon—were as nice as Nash and Dalton. They were also equally good looking and buff. Maybe it was a prerequisite for being a member of America’s most elite fighting forces. While two of the other guys—Holden and Dean—had their respective girlfriends with them, Hayley was surprised that Kurt—the senior most guy on the team—and Melissa were the only married couple. They had a son who was currently in BUD/s training to become a SEAL like his father, as well as twin fifteen-year-old boys and a fourteen-year-old daughter.
Within twenty minutes of walking in, Hayley could see why Chasen had told her his Team was like a family. They truly were like brothers, right down to the playful way they ribbed each other. She quickly discovered they liked to tell outrageous stories too, something they managed to do without ever dropping a single detail about where the story had taken place, or even when. Her inner journalist wanted to ask for more details, but she told it to behave. She was Chasen’s date, not some newsie looking for a scoop. But God, she bet he had some stories to tell.
They were finishing up a story about carrying Nash for twenty miles through the jungles of some Indonesian island after the other SEAL had broken his leg in a parachuting accident when the twins stopped tossing the football in the yard and asked if Chasen and the rest of the guys wanted to play a game of touch. They eagerly agreed and a few minutes later Chasen was throwing a perfect pass to Logan for a touchdown.
Hayley had never been much of a football fan, but she had to admit she could watch Chasen play it all day long. Gaze still on his bulging biceps, she reached for her glass of iced tea and just about jumped when Poppy, the tall, leggy blonde who’d come to cookout with Dalton let out a high-pitched squeal.
“Oh my God! You’re that reporter!”
Hayley paused, her glass halfway to her mouth. She and Poppy were sitting around the umbrella table on the back deck along with Melissa and the other guys’ girlfriends. Poppy had been looking at her kind of funny since she and Chasen had gotten there more than two hours ago.
Based on a few hints Poppy had dropped during the last few minutes of conversation, Hayley was pretty sure she was a stripper, or maybe a waitress at a strip joint. That was cool with Hayley—everyone had to pay the bills—but she couldn’t help thinking dear, sweet Poppy was a little bit of an airhead. Some of the things the woman said simply didn’t make a lot of sense. Like when she’d said she only ate hot dogs made from free range chickens. Considering how many different meats were
Chasen chucked along with the other guys and threw a cleaning rag at Nash. The other man was a teammate and a friend, but at the same time, he had no desire to let Nash or anyone else anywhere near Hayley. Maybe that meant this thing with her was a real as he thought.
* * * * *
There were almost a dozen cars parked along the street by the time Hayley and Chasen got to Kurt and Melissa Travers’ Clairemont Mesa home that afternoon. Hayley picked up the container of brownies she’d made that morning from the seat beside her. She hadn’t wanted to come to the cookout empty-handed and brownies were one of the few things she knew how to make. Opening her door, Chasen took her free hand and helped her out. Following the sound of voices and laughter, they walked across the lawn and around to the back of the cute ranch-style house.
Hayley spotted Nash and Dalton immediately. Nash was with a petite redhead while Dalton had a leggy blonde at his side. Both men grinned, nodding at her and Chasen.
“Come on,” Chasen said. “Let’s drop off the brownies, then I’ll introduce you around.”
The rest of the guys on SEAL Team 5—or at least the other five who were there from Chasen’s sixteen-man platoon—were as nice as Nash and Dalton. They were also equally good looking and buff. Maybe it was a prerequisite for being a member of America’s most elite fighting forces. While two of the other guys—Holden and Dean—had their respective girlfriends with them, Hayley was surprised that Kurt—the senior most guy on the team—and Melissa were the only married couple. They had a son who was currently in BUD/s training to become a SEAL like his father, as well as twin fifteen-year-old boys and a fourteen-year-old daughter.
Within twenty minutes of walking in, Hayley could see why Chasen had told her his Team was like a family. They truly were like brothers, right down to the playful way they ribbed each other. She quickly discovered they liked to tell outrageous stories too, something they managed to do without ever dropping a single detail about where the story had taken place, or even when. Her inner journalist wanted to ask for more details, but she told it to behave. She was Chasen’s date, not some newsie looking for a scoop. But God, she bet he had some stories to tell.
They were finishing up a story about carrying Nash for twenty miles through the jungles of some Indonesian island after the other SEAL had broken his leg in a parachuting accident when the twins stopped tossing the football in the yard and asked if Chasen and the rest of the guys wanted to play a game of touch. They eagerly agreed and a few minutes later Chasen was throwing a perfect pass to Logan for a touchdown.
Hayley had never been much of a football fan, but she had to admit she could watch Chasen play it all day long. Gaze still on his bulging biceps, she reached for her glass of iced tea and just about jumped when Poppy, the tall, leggy blonde who’d come to cookout with Dalton let out a high-pitched squeal.
“Oh my God! You’re that reporter!”
Hayley paused, her glass halfway to her mouth. She and Poppy were sitting around the umbrella table on the back deck along with Melissa and the other guys’ girlfriends. Poppy had been looking at her kind of funny since she and Chasen had gotten there more than two hours ago.
Based on a few hints Poppy had dropped during the last few minutes of conversation, Hayley was pretty sure she was a stripper, or maybe a waitress at a strip joint. That was cool with Hayley—everyone had to pay the bills—but she couldn’t help thinking dear, sweet Poppy was a little bit of an airhead. Some of the things the woman said simply didn’t make a lot of sense. Like when she’d said she only ate hot dogs made from free range chickens. Considering how many different meats were
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