Griffin came around the back of the Jeep to join her, his gaze sliding down the length of her body and back up. Slowly. Thoroughly. Taking in the length of her legs, the slim fit of her white slacks, the fill of her tailored white uniform blouse. That gaze missed nothing. And made her tingle in places she didn’t often tingle.

“My, my, my,” he murmured softly, for her ears only. “The scenery out here is spectacular.”

Spectacular, huh?

Pot, meet kettle.

Anna must be having mental orgasms. All of the other men were, in their own ways, as hot as Griffin Caldwell. There would be no shortage of eye candy around here when the other guys lost those dopey tuxedos.

Kettering pointed at the buildings, starting with the Quonset hut on his left. “Instructors’ racks. Your kits are in there, gentlemen. I had your go-bags and the other gear you’ll need sent ahead. Weapons lockup is next door. That warehouse on the end is outfitted as an urban assault training facility.”

He pointed at the row of buildings across the dirt road, starting with the big one on the far end. “Gym. Cafeteria, infirmary, common area, and my office. Swimming pool is behind the gym. Quonset hut opposite yours is the trainee bunkhouse.”

He pointed at the last prominent feature of their miniature facility. “And that is the bell. I assume it needs no explanation.”

Everyone who’d ever considered being a SEAL knew about the brass bell mounted in the middle of the BUD/S training facility. Anyone who rang it was out. Done with training. Done ever trying to be a SEAL. Sherri would die before she touched it.

Kettering barked, “Tate, Caldwell. You’re swim buddies.”

She gulped and glanced at Griffin, who was still frowning as if he’d missed some important piece of information.

Kettering paired up tiny Lily with a mountain of a guy called Axe, which Sherri sincerely hoped was a nickname. Axe sported a bushy beard over craggy features and struck her as the sort who either ate rusty nails for breakfast or was actually a total teddy bear under that gruff exterior.

Anna was paired up with a guy Kettering called Trevor. He was the only SEAL who didn’t look like he was on the losing side of a bad hangover this morning. In fact, he managed to look halfway dapper in his obnoxious blue tuxedo.

The other three men—introduced as Kenny, Sam, and Jojo—looked smug at not being assigned to a woman.

Then Kettering snapped, “What are you all standing around for? PT gear. Back here in five minutes. Move!”

Sherri made it back outside in three, which was why she was present when Griffin strode over to Kettering and asked softly, “What are we doing, here, Cal?”

“You heard me. We’re training these women to be SEALs.”