Wed to a SEAL (Hot SEALs) (Volume 8) Read Online Free Page B

room in the bachelor barracks a tad hung over but at least he was feeling a little more awake after showering.
    Too many beers, and two ill-advised shots of whisky last night, had him staying at the club later than he’d intended.
    The whisky hadn’t been all his fault. He’d bought a couple of shots for Jasmine and a gentleman never let a lady drink alone.
    Whatever the reasons, it had resulted in him waking up late today. But if no shit hit the fan in the terrorist world that would require his team’s immediate attention, he had a well-earned day off.
    Now all he needed was his truck so he could get on with enjoying the day.
    His vehicle, unfortunately, was still parked at the club where he’d left it last night.
    Even if he could have driven home safely, driving through the gate on base with alcohol on his breath would be a good way to fuck up his career. Elite SEAL or not, command took that shit seriously.
    So step one, get his truck. Step two, figure out what to do with his day.
    The bachelor-occupied housing on base was cheap and pretty nice as far as these things went, but no way was he spending his day off inside in a space that consisted of two small rooms sporting two windows total.
    Nope, not Rocky’s idea of fun.
    Brody and Mack were both away for the weekend, but with any luck, Thom was around. And he was conveniently located in the same building.
    After shoving his feet into sneakers, Rocky pocketed his keys and headed out. One flight down the stairs and he was knocking on Thom’s door.
    Thom answered with his cell phone pressed to one ear and motioned with his free hand for Rocky to come in as he spoke. “Bag of ice. Got it. Anything else?”
    After a moment during which Rocky closed the door behind him and had time to wonder who in the world Thom was talking to about ice, Thom nodded. “Okay. See you in a few.”
    Once Thom had disconnected the call he turned to Rocky. “Hey, you got plans for the day?”
    “Nope, not really. Why? What’s happening?”
    “Rick’s throwing some stuff on the grill at his place. Jon is gonna be there. Grant might stop by and supposedly Chris and Brody are on the road back from Alabama and should be there by dinnertime.”
    “You sure it’s okay if I come?” Rocky knew Rick through the other guys, but they weren’t especially close.
    Not like how friendly Rick was with the Cassidys and Thom since they’d all been on the same team together.
    Thom’s dark brows drew low in a frown. “Of course. It’s fine. Rick’s parties are always open door.”
    “All right. If you say so.”
    “Dude, definitely. The more the merrier.”
    He’d have preferred to hear that from Rick himself but he’d have to trust Thom.
    Rocky nodded. “Okay. I’ll pick up some beer to go along with your ice.”
    “Then he’ll be even happier you’re there.” Thom grinned.
      “Good. It’s a plan. Which brings me to the reason I stopped by. Can you drop me at my truck on the way?”
    “Sure thing. Where is it?”
    “The strip club right outside the gate.”
    Thom laughed. “All right.”
    “What’s so funny? I would’ve invited you but now that Ginny keeps your balls locked up in Connecticut, I figured you wouldn’t be allowed to come.”
    Thom cocked a brow. “You want to walk to your truck?”
    Though Rocky felt his statement had been true, he decided to back off any further comments about Thom being pussy whipped. “No.”
    “Didn’t think so.”
    “So when are we leaving?” Rocky asked.
    “When are you ready to go?”
    He was as ready as he was going to get. He’d shoved some breakfast in his mouth before he’d showered. He had his keys and his wallet. He was dressed good enough for a barbecue.
    Rocky lifted one shoulder. “Now.”
    “Okay. Let’s go. We can stop at the commissary on the way off base, and then grab your truck and you can follow me to Rick’s place.”
    “Sounds good.” Rocky was all about being agreeable.  
    He could get his truck