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Chapter One

Canaan slipped on a puddle behind the register, narrowly avoiding hitting the tile floor, before he even got a chance to ogle the latest group of SEALs walking through the Smoothie Palace doors

“Look out! I’ll e reached around him to add strawberries to the blender

Fitness Friday was his favorite day of the week Two-for-Tuesdays tended to bring in the civilian base e ensigns and newlyeach other’s bizarre co about Sht out the SEALs

Sure, Coronado was overrun with SEALs as it was, but Canaan looked forward to seeing the guys colowing frohed and joked and tended to tip better than the civilians or the brass And the eye candy Good lord Biceps and abs and thighs for days It was no wonder that he worked with a little extra so in his step Fridays

“Your eyes get bigger and bigger every week,” Sage teased as she worked

“Shut up” He went back to the register to help the next person in line

He’d own his SEAL fetish Just like he owned this job The wages sucked, even with tips, but the hours fit with his class schedule, and the boss was a nice ive him crap So Canaan did his best, delivered superior customer service, and enjoyed the perks of the job, SEALs included

He was helping a ripped African A shaved head, badass biceps tattoo, and shiny wedding ring when so caether—a taller auburn-haired guy with a scorpion tat on his forearuy, and the muscled Italian stud of Canaan’s dreams They all had fun SEAL nicknauy was Rooster, which suited his styled dark hair, muscles that outdid even his built friends, Mediterranean coloring, and endless swagger

They took their ti on their order, so Canaan waited patiently and tried not to look like he was listening in

“Shiny, you need to put a ring on that girl of yours” Curly was newly et others hitched up “Get out of the barracks”

“Ae’re not that serious She just ca as a favor I think” Shiny didn’t look any too sure, and Canaan felt for the guy Not knowing how serious a hookup wanted to be was one of Canaan’s talents