“Thinking about last night?” he breathed in her ear.

“Mmm-hmm. How’d you know?” she murmured back.

“That look in your eyes. All soft and sexy and wistful.” He added, “You’d better cut it out, or someone’s going to ask what you’re thinking about.”

“What are you two whispering about back there?” Kettering demanded from the front passenger seat.

“I was just asking Tate if she was enjoying her training.”

“What’d she say?” Cal called back.

Sherri answered before Griffin could. “I told him I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a great time and how I hope there’s more where that came from.” She met Griffin’s gaze and lifted a suggestive eyebrow.

He smirked back at her.

“Guess we’ll just have to make your training harder,” Cal responded.

Sherri smiled widely, her gaze never leaving Griffin’s. “I’d love it harder. Bring it on.”

Griffin closed his eyes briefly as if her oblique dare brought him physical pain.

“You asked. The SEALs will deliver,” Cal commented, turning back around to face front.

“Gotta love the way those SEALs deliver,” she breathed.

A blunt object poked her in the side. Hard. She couldn’t resist muttering out of the side of her mouth, “Too bad that’s your finger.”

“Keep it up, and it won’t be,” Griffin muttered back.

“Promises, promises.”

Griffin’s only response was a low laugh that shivered down her spine and reverberated so pleasurably in her nether regions that she was forced to press her thighs tightly together to stop her entire body from undulating against his. Her breath caught, and her limbs felt even more heavy and boneless than they already had.

“Cut it out,” Griffin breathed.

She noticed he was balancing a clipboard in his lap and leaning his elbow into it. Hard.

Thank goodness she wasn’t the only one too turned on for words. Although she felt a certain sympathy for him as a man. She was able to hide her predicament better than he was. Taking pity on him, she did her best to hold herself perfectly still for the rest of the ride back to camp.

As the Quonset huts came into sight, Cal declared, “Showers then lunch, or lunch then showers. I don’t care which. We reconvene in an hour for advanced escape and evasion.”

* * *

Griffin had to do a little maneuvering, but he managed to convince Trevor and Kenny to shower first, along with Anna and Lily. He caught Sherri’s eye as she walked toward the showers to join the other women and jerked his head subtly toward the chow hall.

She veered inside. “What’s up?” she asked him.

“If you could be persuaded to eat now, the showers will be all ours in about twenty minutes.”

Her eyes went wide and then darkened with sharp desire. “Dang, you’re good.”