Free SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle by Lynn Raye Harris, Elle Kennedy, Anne Marsh, Delilah Devlin, Sharon Hamilton, Jennifer Lowery, Cora Seton, Elle James, S.M. Butler, Zoe York, Kimberley Troutte Page A

grumbled good-naturedly.
    “Oh, that’s right, you SEALs prefer to let other people do the hard work for you, right?”
    Vince snorted. “Hiding in a tree or on a roof is hard work, now?”
    She grinned at him. “Gotta be very, very quiet.”
    “How the hell do you manage that?” he asked with a slow, lazy wink.
    The trash talk wicked away the spike of tension. She excused herself to grab the rifles from the weapons room, a smile on her face. They all headed out as a group for the range area, and when Vince looped his fingers through hers, she held on tight.
    Once they had the range set up for three hundred yards, she repeated the rules for the ten rounds of competition. They’d shoot from standing, kneeling and prone at both distances with the rifles, then do two rounds with the pistols at twenty-five and fifty meters.
    She’d have an advantage, with the Norwegians, for the rifle rounds. It would be in the pistol rounds that the former SEALs—and Trent, the wily bugger—might close the gap.
    So it wasn’t a surprise that Rik was in the lead by the end of the first set and Jackson was scraping the bottom of the list. What was a surprise was Vince was hot on her heels in third place, edging out Mats.
    Also a surprise was how that didn’t concern her in the least.
    He helped her move the targets back to six hundred yards, and as they jogged back to the line where a green flag was flying, she couldn’t help but poke him a bit. “You might just win the cottage after all, you know. Rik’s not unbeatable with the pistol.”
    “Getting my hopes up just to dash them hard, White?”
    “I remember you being quite good with the pistol.”
    “And I remember you killing the six hundred yard rifle shot.”
    She grinned. Yeah, she was pretty good. “Anything is possible.”
    He grabbed the red flag and stuck it in the air, making the range a live-fire site again. She couldn’t help but ogle the long stretch of his muscles, and he caught her looking as he glanced down. “Is that right?”
    “Of course.”
    He stepped close, right into her space, blocking her from the rest of the team. “You gonna figure out soon that I want you to come along with the cottage when I win it?”
    Her mouth dropped open, and he gently pressed her chin up with his fingertips.
    “Time to shoot, cariño.”
    She sputtered at his back as he sauntered away. That was low, the dirty rat. And she couldn’t even stay mad at him, because that ass was distracting her. So she followed it, and by the time she retrieved her rifle from Trent, her heartbeat had settled down to just slightly fluttery.
    Stop being such a complete girl . Besides, two could tease.
    They shot in reverse order, with Jackson going first, and Rik coming last, putting Vince to shoot right before her. As soon as Mats finished his prone shots, Larken stood up and looked up at the sky with an exaggerated sigh. “Man, it’s hot out here.”
    Vince whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing as she wiggled her hips and peeled off her shirt. Beside her, Trent muttered something about tits not belonging on the range, and she thought about kicking him, but then Mats did exactly what she wanted him to do—let out a long, low wolf-whistle at the sight of her red bikini top.
    There was zero sexual attraction between her and the young Norwegian, but he wasn’t dead and she wasn’t above using him for her purposes. Vince’s face darkened as she waved at him. “Your turn!”
    He swallowed what she assumed was a long string of Spanish curses, and picked up his rifle.
    His standing score wasn’t good, but he pulled it together and managed a marksman level score for both kneeling and prone.
    “Put your shirt on,” he muttered, his gaze burning her skin as she slid past him to take her position.
    “Welcome to the Caribbean,” she said, smiling sweetly.
    “That was unsportsmanlike!”
    “Awww, poor kitten. Kind of like you telling me you want me in the cottage with you?”
    “I