To Seduce a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 3)

“I can’t call the plumber.” Chrissie stood in Dante’s narrow kitchen and stared at the water shooting out of the sink.

“I understand where you’re coming from, but I believe it is your best bet,” Cade said in his deep, dead-sexy voice. Lucia was a very lucky woman. Not that Chrissie would trade her SEAL for a baritone. But she had debated about asking Cade if he’d considered singing when he left the teams.

“You’re SEALs!” She shot a pointed look at Cade and then at Ronan, who stood on her other side. “You’re supposed to be able to handle any situation.”

“Well, there is one option,” the redheaded SEAL said.

“Which is?” She glanced at the clock. Dante was due home from his training exercise soon. They had exactly seventy minutes before she needed to leave for the airport and rejoin her tour.

“Come on guys, I’m desperate. I wouldn’t have dragged you away from your newborn.” She pointed at Cade. “Or you from Cassie, if I wasn’t out of other options.”

Ronan shook his head. “He trusts you, Chrissie. You know that. You’ll have to call the plumber.”

“I want to hear plan B.”

“We remove the sink,” Cade said flatly.

“That’s all you’ve got?” She threw her arms up in the air. “Take it out? How do you survive when you’re deployed?”

“Chrissie, if I thought shooting the damn thing was an option,” Ronan said. “I would have brought my gun.”

…

Dante walked into his home and dropped his gear. Two of his teammates were dripping wet in his kitchen. Water covered the floor, and his tool belt was spread out on the table.

“Trying to steal my kitchen sink?” he asked mildly.

His teammates turned around. And yeah, both of them looked guilty as sin.

“About time,” Cade muttered, setting a wrench down on the table. “Chrissie bypassed the plumber and called us when your sink started pumping water into your kitchen.”

The country starlet who’d captured his heart walked into the room. “I don’t need a plumber when I have a team of SEALs on speed dial. Admit it, Cade, you liked having something to do that didn’t involve changing a diaper.”

Cade just shook his head. “Speaking of diapers, I should probably get back to Lucia and Max. She might need me.”

His teammate slapped him on the shoulder and muttered, “Damn good thing you came home before we hauled that thing into the yard.”

Dante let out a laugh and glanced at Ronan. “You were planning to tear it out.”

“It was either that or shoot it,” Chrissie said.

“Next time, honey, you have my blessing to call the plumber.”

“You should call him now,” Ronan said as he pulled out his car key and headed for the door. “This has been fun. I always like hearing from you, Ms. Tate.”

“That’s Raske,” Dante said, knowing his teammate was giving him a hard time.

“Not to her fans,” the redheaded SEAL grinned. “To them, you are Mr. Tate.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dante slapped him on the back as he walked out the door, hoping he took the message. Don’t turn around. Keep moving to your car.

Dante didn’t have a clue what was wrong with the kitchen sink. But he knew his wife was about to get very, very wet.

“Chrissie—”

“I’ll call the plumber,” she said with a sigh.

“Not just yet.”