Page 106 of SEAL's Resolve


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“You have my word.”

After Aurora left, Rafe folded his arms. “What was all the laughter about?”

“You.”

His eyebrow rose. “What’s so funny?”

“Aurora wanted to know who the hottie was. She was impressed that you and I were dating.”

Rafe’s cheeks darkened. “Hottie, huh?”

Kristi brushed her lips over his. “Oh, yes. Perfect description, too.”

“Is that right?” His lips curved.

“I’ve been thinking you’re drop-dead gorgeous, but hottie works.”

“I heard that,” Jackson called with, laughter in his voice. “You need your eyes checked, Kristi.”

Rafe groaned. “I’m toast,” he murmured, then raised his voice. “A good friend would forget that private conversation.”

“Ha. You’re out of luck. That’s too good to pass up.”

Rafe flinched. “Can’t wait until he’s dating someone to return the favor,” he muttered.

Kristi grinned. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He scowled, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. “You will be, though. You’re in for razzing by the rest of Wolf Pack, too. I won’t be suffering alone.”

“Incoming,” Eli said from the living room. “Four ladies to meet the hottie.”

Rafe groaned. “Shut up, sir.”

Wolf Pack’s leader chuckled.

Kristi stole another quick kiss. “That should be Natalie Harmon and her entourage.”

“She always arrives with a pack?” Eli teased.

“Every decision she makes is vetted by her group.”

Rafe shook his head. “Slows down the decision-making process.”

“Every choice takes at least thirty minutes, sometimes longer. That’s why I block out 90 minutes for each of her appointments.” She hurried toward the living room as Eli opened the front door and greeted the women.

Kristi beamed at one of her favorite clients. “Natalie, it’s great to see you.” She held out her hand to the bride-to-be.

“Oh, Kristi, look at your face.” Natalie looked horrified. “What happened?”

“Long story. I’m fine.”

“Did your boyfriend hit you?”

Beside her, Rafe stiffened. Kristi reached back and wrapped her hand around his. “No, nothing like that. In fact, this is my boyfriend, Rafe. Rafe, meet Natalie, Ginger, Maryanne, and Lola.”

He shook hands with each woman, then asked their snack and drink preferences. Once they were seated in the consultation room with one tray of cookies and a carafe of coffee, Rafe pressed a kiss to Kristi’s palm and retreated to the kitchen.

The women watched him until he left the room, then Natalie said, “Lady, you have fine taste in men. Your Rafe is a keeper.” Her friends chimed in with their agreement.

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