Free KissedByASEAL by Cat Johnson Page A

bacon. Be right back.”
    Chris nodded. Distractions aside, it looked like he was in for a nice lunch.
    Soon Rick was back, manning the frying pan.
    The smell of bacon filled the air and all was right with the world—until Darci’s bedroom door opened.
    At the first sight of her, Chris swallowed hard, contemplating getting that beer after all.
    Her hair was still damp from the shower. She was in a T-shirt cut low enough he could see the creamy swell of the tops of her breasts above the neckline. And she was wearing the same tight pants that she had on the night before.
    These damn yoga pants that women had taken to wearing nowadays left nothing to the imagination, and seeing her in them was the last thing he needed.
    His mouth had already been watering from the bacon. Now he was salivating for an entirely different reason. He drew in a swallow of cold water and hoped it would extinguish the flame burning inside him.
    “I sincerely hope you’re making some for me.” Darci sent a glare in Rick’s direction.
    “Of course, I am. Don’t be stupid.” Rick moved from the cutting board, to the stove and closer to Chris. While flipping the bacon in the pan, he mumbled, “I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t.”
    Chris hid his smile behind his bottle of water. Yup, after today he was very grateful for having Brody as a brother.
    Darci perched on the barstool, which was unfortunately placed at the end of the island and afforded Chris the perfect view of her heart-shaped ass outlined in those infernal pants.
    “So.” Chris coughed to clear the huskiness he’d heard in his voice. “What questions did you have about the op—I mean job.”
    “Tough habit to break, huh?” Rick smiled at Chris’s slip back into the lingo he’d used for so many years in the teams.  
    Chris snorted in agreement. “No kidding.”  
    Darci ignored their banter and asked, “First of all, what time are we leaving Thursday?”
    “I have to confirm with Jon what time the guy expects us down there, and how far the airport is from the resort, then I’ll file a flight plan, so I’ll get back to you on the time.”
    “Okay. Next, what do I need to pack?”
    That was a harder question to answer. He was a man. What the hell did he know? “I guess pack what you’d wear if you were really attending a weekend of wedding festivities in Florida.”
    A deep frown creased Darci’s brow. She obviously didn’t like his answer.
    “That’s not much help. Are the events we’ll be attending resort-casual? Formal? Semi-formal? What? And you said I can’t over pack because the plane is so small, so what am I supposed to do? Guess and hope I get it right?” Her voice rose along with her agitation.
    “Darci, pack whatever you think you need, within reason. I’ll make it fit.”
    “Okay.” She slipped off the stool and turned away before turning back. “We won’t crash if my bag’s too heavy, will we?”
    “Probably not.” He grinned as her eyes widened. “We won’t. It’s more the size of the luggage I’m worried about than the weight.”
    Unless she was packing gold bars in her suitcase, they’d be fine. How much could some dresses and shoes weigh? And some lingerie too, of course.
    Bad thought, that. He pushed it aside.
    Rick glanced up. “Take my pack. It fits a lot but it’s easier to stash in tight spots than that big hard-sided suitcase on wheels of yours.”
    She frowned. “I like my suitcase.”  
    “Because it’s huge and lets you over pack until it’s like sixty pounds and you get that big Heavy sticker on it at the airport for being overweight.”
    “So what? I don’t make you carry it.”
    Chris intervened in the spat. “I’ll carry it, but space is an issue so if you use Rick’s pack, it would help out a lot.”
    “Okay. It’s not pretty like mine but . . .”
    His lips twitched with a barely controlled smile. “I know it’s not, but I do appreciate you making an exception this once.”
    “No problem.”