Anna added, “Speaking of which, there’s a decently equipped gym down the street. Lily and I have been working out around the clock in anticipation of the SEALs kicking our butts when they get here. We were just heading over there. Wanna come?”

Sherri grinned. “Hell yes.”

* * *

Griffin was the first to wake up. The pressure change of the descent had crammed ice picks in his ears, and he cleared them quickly. He shoved up the window shade, and a shaft of brilliant sunlight blinded him. He slammed the shade back down. Crap on a cracker, he felt like death.

More prudently, he eased the shade up an inch to peek outside. Sunlight glittered off patches of water winding through forest below. Da hell?

He kicked Trevor’s foot and reached over the headrest in front of him to tap Axel on the side of the head. “Rise and shine, kids. We’re getting ready to land,” he announced.

The others roused, Axel slower than the rest, but then he’d been drunker than the rest. Griffin still didn’t feel entirely sober, but he could fake it if he had to.

Kenny groaned. “Remind me never to mix whiskey and champagne again. I feel like my ex ran me over with a truck and backed up to make sure she killed me.”

Griffin snorted. Kenny’s ex-girlfriends were exactly the type to do that. The man liked his women wild.

His watch said it was 5:00 a.m. That would be West Coast time. Given that the sun was up, they’d obviously flown east through the night. But to where? And why?

He waited impatiently while the jet completed its descent and landed. He didn’t see a single building outside. Just trees and more trees. He felt naked going into an unknown situation without at least a sidearm—but Janine had insisted: no guns at her wedding. And Leo had reluctantly backed up his bride.

The interior of the jet went silent, abruptly watchful, as the aircraft pulled to a stop. No one moved as the smart-ass copilot opened the hatch, lowered the steps, and announced sarcastically, “We’re here. You can go now.”

What the hell? Today is as good as any to die. Griffin scowled and, hunching over in the low-ceilinged aisle, made his way to the exit. The bright morning light was excruciating, but that wasn’t what made him squint in deep displeasure.

Nope. That honor was reserved for his boss and the trio of women standing with him on the tarmac, all of them smartly turned out in uniforms—one in navy whites, one in marine beige, and one in army green—all spit-polished and standing tall.