Cruisin' For A SEAL: SEAL Brotherhood #5 Read Online Free PDF

end of the hall. Fredo and Jones shared a cabin, Mark and Sanouk were in the one next door, which adjoined, and shared a balcony. Next to them rounded out the rest of the bachelor group, Tyler Gray and Rory Kennedy. Mia was with one of Christy’s friends from San Francisco at the other end, with Kyle and Christy, Nick and Devon, Coop and Libby, and Armando and Gina between the two groups of singles.
    Mark opened the cabin door and saw the baggage for all four of them had already arrived. Both he and Jones checked over contents. They’d each managed to bring along a sidearm, dismantled and tucked into several compartments. Though highly dangerous and illegal as hell, they’d all automatically travel packing for the rest of their lives.
    “How’d your evening turn out last night, Jones?” Mark asked.
    The big SEAL shrugged. “I’m glad I didn’t convince you to go. She was a no-show. The area she had me meet her was none too pretty, either.”
    “Maybe I should have come.” Mark thought about both of them on different missions. He’ rang Sophia’s little buzzer so many times his finger got sore. There wasn’t a light on upstairs, so he figured she’d gone out for the night.
    And that thought was okay. Really, it was the way it should be.
    He’d heard Jones was unlucky, which was odd, because the guy was built like a sprinter, with powerful arms and shoulders, and thighs so huge he had to have his dress pants custom made. And he was a gentleman, too.
    “You suppose they was setting you up for a robbery, took one look at you and decided wasting ten of their own for probably what little cash you had wasn’t worth it?” Mark teased.
    Jones chuckled. “Thought about that. Really did. ’Cause she knew I was leaving on the cruise today. But hey, who walks around with a wad of cash all the time these days?”
    Then they both looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Christy,” meaning the wife of their LPO. With an upper six-figure income, she was a clotheshorse, never saw a designer bag she didn’t have to own and loved jewelry.
    They’d plan to have drinks up top for castoff, and when Mark heard the sharp intercom system blurt out instructions in Italian that was nothing like what his body had heard yesterday, he knew the ship was about to leave port.
    Checking outside their cabin door, they laughed to see the rest of the gang had the same thought. The guys followed each other up to Deck 12 to watch Savona sink out of sight.
    Nursing draft beers, they stood side by side along the flat, white railing that ran alongside the deck overlooking the blue and white churning wake, while Kyle led them in some personal thoughts.
    “Well, gents, we’re all here, most of Gunny’s boys. A few more couldn’t come, but all the important people are here. Here’s to Gunny,” Kyle said and raised his glass.
    “To Gunny,” came the salute followed by thirsty gulps of the frothy amber liquid. Sanouk was included and had toasted his father as well, but he quickly turned away from them, but not before Mark saw his eyes tear up. He knew exactly how the kid felt. Meeting his dad so close to the time of his death, the kid hadn’t been able to spend nearly as much time as he wanted getting to know his dad.
    Mark stepped next to Sanouk and put his arm around the kid’s bony shoulders. “Your dad is with us, son. He always will be.”
    Mark saw Sanouk’s chin wrinkle, and then bravely stiffen as he nodded, but kept staring down at his shoes.
    “I wished I’d known Sophie ten years ago. We’d have had some fun.”
    Sanouk was stoic, so Mark removed his arm, not wanting to intrude on the boy’s private thoughts.
    The boy spoke abruptly. “My mother, she told me to come. She had a kind of vision. She said my father was calling to me. Said he wanted to meet me.”
    “That’s nice. I’m sure she must have loved him,” Mark said softly.
    The ship started to pull away from port. He felt the loss and the separation all