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Copyright

Copyright © 2019 by Cindy Dees

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Contents

Front Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Acknowledgments

Excerpt from Diving Deep

About the Author

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Chapter 1

Griffin Caldwell groaned as his buddy—his exceedingly shitfaced buddy—Axel Adams stood up, waving a flimsy plastic champagne glass in his meaty fist and slurred, “A toast. To the groom. The greatest guy ever to shove a grenade up a camel’s—”

Griffin leaped up and slapped a hand over Axel’s mouth in the nick of time. But the sudden movement made his own shitfaced head spin and his stomach alarmingly threaten revolt. “Sit. Down,” he hissed to Axel.

On Axel’s other side, Trevor Westbrook yanked on Axel’s massive arm. Between Trev and himself, they managed to wrestle the mountain of a SEAL back down to his seat.

Axel grinned lopsidedly at him. “You look like a”—he let out a yeasty belch that made Grif rock back in his seat, grimacing—“like a jackass in that clown suit.”

Grif grinned down at his powder-blue tuxedo, complete with a chest full of blue-edged ruffles. His baby-blue bow tie hadn’t survived much past the wedding ceremony and hung untied around his neck. He would’ve tossed the stupid thing entirely, but they had to return the rented tuxes tomorrow and he wanted his deposit back. It had been a joke for them all to show up at their teammate Leo Lipinski’s wedding wearing the ghastly things.