Sherri was just stepping out of the girls’ hut, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, when he caught sight of her wearing combat boots, fatigue pants, and an olive-drab T-shirt. Her hair was messy, with bits of it wisping around her face. It formed a nimbus backlit by the rising sun that made her look downright angelic. Her cheeks were rosy, a perfect match to the pink hues of the sunrise. Yup. An angel. Whom he desperately wanted to get naked with. Which surely made him not only a sinner but also a sicko.

She stretched her slender arms overhead and leaned first to the left and then the right, working out yesterday’s kinks. Man, she was flexible. The things he could do with her… Stop. That.

Turning his gaze away, he decided he was not going to fantasize about having sex with his swim buddy just before he climbed into a pool with her and put his hands all over her. Not while he wore a bathing suit that could no way no how disguise his woody.

Thankfully, Kettering had sent them for a run around the long loop this morning. The 15K run gave him time to clear his mind and dissipate the hard-on making his whities too damned tighty. Afterward, they ate breakfast and did a classroom session on calculating windage and elevation adjustments for various weapons.

They did a short training session on how to make a proper fist and punch a person correctly, and then Cal gave the order Griffin had been dreading. “Everybody, go put on bathing suits and meet me at the swimming pool.”

Griffin got there first and dipped a toe in the six-lane-wide, twenty-five-yard-long pool. It was freezing cold. For once in his life he was grateful for the coming misery. He jumped in, and the cold clenched him violently. He ached from head to foot instantly and had to forcibly ignore an urge to leap out of the water.

He surfaced, treading water easily as he watched the women approach the pool.

Trev groaned under his breath beside Griffin. The guy sounded like he was in physical pain. Yep. Griffin totally related.

Truth be told, the women all had great bodies. But Sherri… Sweet baby Jesus.

Those legs, good grief. Surely, they weren’t legal. He wasn’t even particularly a leg man, but hers were so smooth, so slender and muscular, that he couldn’t look away if he tried. The pageant girl definitely knew how to work a bathing suit, and was doing so. She walked all slinky and sexy, like a goddamned cat. It was enough to make a man have trouble swallowing.