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Hot SEAL in Hollywood

HOT SEAL IN HOLLYWOOD

Hot SEAL Rick Mann is out of his element, and going out of his mind, navigating some treacherous and unfamiliar terrain . . . Hollywood.

EXCERPT

Rick reached into his pocket for his roll of antacids. He’d started to buy large economy packs of this shit since one roll barely lasted him until lunch.

He’d survived a decade in the teams, in hell holes and war zones world wide, but this movie might just kill him.

Meanwhile, Sierra was happy as a clam in this environment. Show business was in her blood and she was completely in her element here.

She loved LA as much as Rick hated it. Her striding toward him now with a huge smile on her face was proof of that.

Shit. It was looking more and more as if she was going to want to move out here. He missed Virginia. Missed his teammates. Even missed his annoying sister.

At least Sierra’s house in Miami was on the east coast, close enough he could travel home to Virginia as often as he wanted. But California . . . right now it felt like the other side of the world.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” Sierra asked, her perfectly shaped brows low.

“Hmm?” Rick dragged his attention away from the poor me thoughts running on a continuous loop in his head.

He redirected his focus to the cause of it—his beautiful girlfriend, who might not be his girl for much longer if she decided she liked her pretty boy co-star better.

Carey Jones had been Rick’s whole universe for over two years—but the rest of the world only knew her as actress Sierra Cox and him as her bodyguard.

It had felt safer that way—smarter back when they’d started dating—to keep him anonymous and in the shadows where he was most comfortable anyway.

Now it just felt like he was her sidepiece. A dirty little secret. The unknown and unimportant bodyguard who had no claim on her and no recourse except to silently watch as men thought she was available.

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Jaw set, he drew in a breath. “Sorry. What did you say?”

Sierra frowned, evaluating him. “I asked if something was wrong. You look all . . . scary.”

He laughed at that. Scary? Shit. She knew he would never hurt her.

Her co-star on the other hand . . .

“Did something happen?” She glanced around them. “Did you see someone who shouldn’t be here?”

At least now, for once, she was taking his warnings about her crazy fans and potential stalkers seriously. When they’d first met, she hadn’t listened to his advice on her safety until someone had actually taken a shot at them.

This was progress. Two years late, but progress none-the-less. But no, he hadn’t seen anything or anyone because he’d been too fucking worried about where her co-star’s dick was lodged as he rolled on top of her.

Rick drew in a breath. “I’m just . . . distracted.”

Speaking of distractions—Jamey walked up to them, smiling like he’d just been skin-to-skin with one of the hottest women in Hollywood.

Oh, wait. That’s exactly where he’d been. Rick felt his fists clench.

“Hey.” Jamey directed a quick glance at Rick before focusing on Sierra. “How do you think this scene is going?” he asked her.

“Fine. Don’t you think so?” she asked, looking way more concerned about poor Jamey’s feelings than she had about Rick’s mood before.

Jamey lifted one shoulder beneath the white robe. “I don’t know. I’m not sure it feels . . . real. You know?”

A snort he couldn’t control escaped Rick, earning him a questioning look from both Sierra and Jamey.

Hell, at least they’d remembered he was there.

“Sorry.” He ran his hand across his mouth and pretended he didn’t want to throttle the guy. How good would it feel to knock him and his monogrammed bathrobe right on his terrycloth-covered ass?

Sierra looked back to the pretty boy. “You have to realize, it’s not going to feel real during the shooting with all this around us . . .” She waved a hand to indicate the chaos surrounding them.

“Feels fucking real enough to me,” Rick mumbled.

As she shot him another glare, he pressed his lips together in an attempt to keep silent.

“I’m not talking about the sex. I meant more the emotions. The words. I don’t know.” Jamey shook his head. “I’m just not buying it. Staring into each other’s eyes for like five minutes after an hour’s worth of build-up on screen . . . that’s not how it would go. In real life, he’d be all over her.”

It had looked like Jamey had been all over her, just like Rick had been the first time he and Sierra had fallen into bed together. But the kid was right. There’d been no eye gazing involved for the two of them back then. Even so, there was no way Rick was going to side with this dickhead on the issue.

Sierra lifted a shoulder. “It’s cinema. Things are drawn out for dramatic effect.”

“I guess.” He sighed.

“Would it help if we ran the scene a few different ways, maybe off camera without the director?” Sierra suggested.

Oh sure. Rick was certain pretty boy would just love that. Another huff of air escaped him.

Sierra narrowed her eyes at Rick. She opened her mouth when the shout came for them to get back to their places.

She shot Rick one more glare and turned to Jamey. “Come on. We’ll talk about this later.”

Jamey nodded and laid one hand on her lower back as she led the way back to the big bed.

With his focus zeroed in on that hand touching her, Rick mouthed a string of silent cusses as his pulse pounded in his ears.

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He heard a laugh next to him and looked over to see one of the lighting crew. “Dude, you should just go. Do something else. It’s only going to get worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re just getting started. This scene could take all day.” He shook his head. “You probably don’t want to be here to see it.”

Maybe their relationship wasn’t all that discreet after all. Good. At least one person on set knew Sierra belonged to Rick and could appreciate what he was going through.

“I can’t leave,” Rick said.

“Why not? What’s gonna happen? She’s on camera and the doors are locked once they yell action. She’s safe. Jamey, on the other hand.” The guy cocked up a brow. “You look about ready to murder him.”

Rick closed his eyes for a second, centering himself. “It’s that obvious?” he asked, bringing his gaze to the guy next to him.

“Oh yeah.”

He drew in a breath. Leaving—at least for a little while—might save his sanity. “How long you think this shit’s going to go for?” he asked.

“That depends on a lot of things. Some nights we’re here until one in the morning.”

Great. Rick should be good and insane by then. But there was no way he was going back to the hotel and waiting there until the middle of the night for Sierra to come home. He could, however, take his surveillance outdoors for a bit.

A little fresh air and sunshine could help his disposition. He might as well take advantage of the perfect California weather. He hated everything else about this place but he had to admit the weather was a check in the pro column. The only check.

“All right. I’m gonna be outside—”

“And action!”

That call had Rick mouthing another curse as the guy next to him laughed silently.

The doors were locked. He wasn’t getting outside anytime soon. At least not until they called cut.

His gaze hit upon the scene on the bed one more time.

He reached for another antacid.