been dancing together for years. The way he spun her out and back, his wide smile and those gorgeous eyes focused on her, she felt a bit of disappointment wash over her once the song ended.
Okay, no. That was a lie. It was definitely full-fledged disappointment.
The applause from everyone startled Laney while Zach appeared to take it in stride. He held their hands up before he took a bow, his slight tug on her hand an indication for her to bow with him. Laney’s mother came up to them, dabbing the corner of her eyes with a tissue.
“Oh, you two were amazing out there,” she sniffled before shooting a pointed glance to Laney. “Those lessons paid off, after all, didn’t they, young lady?”
“Oooh! You just got ‘young lady’d’! Burn!” Doc had slid up beside Momma K. His build was considerably slimmer than his former teammates, barely meeting six feet and slender but muscular. He had close cropped dark blond hair, piercing green eyes, and was currently wearing a blue Under Armour polo tucked into a pair of dark khakis with a brown belt matching his flip flops.
Roman was always referred to as Doc because of his last name. Ever since BUD/S when his instructors had made the connection between his last name and the Back to The Future movies, he’d been called Doc. She was sure it had to get old when people continually asked him where his Delorean was, or when her brother did the whole fake confusion and asked, “Hey, man, was it 1.20 gigawatts? I can never remember …” Yeah, her brother was an ass sometimes.
Laney was saved when someone began playing Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop”. Instantly, Hendy hooted, “O.M.G.! That’s my jam!” and ran to the center of the dance floor. Laney threw her head back in laughter, watching as her friend began doing hip thrusting moves. Doc joined him on the dance floor, abruptly turning his back to Hendy, sticking his ass out in his friend’s direction. Hendy didn’t hesitate in slapping Doc’s ass along with the beat of the song.
“Oh, dear Lord,” Laney muttered, hands covering her eyes. Thank goodness they were at a private home. Hendy was a wildcard, that’s for sure.
Mac and Foster joined the craziness, doing some sort of make-believe see-saw action, as if they were riding one on the playground. When they changed over to taking turns pushing each other on make-believe swings, Laney turned to her mother.
“Are you sure he didn’t eat paint chips?”
“Laney!” her mother admonished as she watched the scene before them with a mixture of horror and laughter.
Shrugging, Laney decided to join the crazy chaos. Catching Raine’s attention from where she stood with Adam and Tate on the other side of the deck, she tipped her head, asking a silent question. They nodded and began approaching the dance floor.
Laney was grateful for this part of the deck being composite instead of actual wood like the walkway to the beach. There was no fear of splinters, as she left her shoes off to the side and joined the madness on the dance floor, beginning to do the Pop and Lock. Raine was doing a hilarious rendition of Hammertime, holding the hem of her white dress, while Tate performed perfectly executed Cabbage Patch moves. Adam, Lawson, and Zach broke out a combination of the Sprinkler, Roger Rabbit, and Soulja Boy dance moves before Lawson decided to take it a step further. He swiftly removed his button-down as well as his undershirt and began to wave it around, helicopter style. Hendy and Doc both abruptly stopped dancing and pulled out some dollar bills from their pockets, waving them at him, yelling, “Take it off, baby!”
Yep, it wasn’t a wedding, SEAL style, unless there was some nakedness, shenanigans, and inappropriateness involved. Thank God Lawson’s parents and Raine’s father are so cool , Laney thought, regarding the trio sitting off to the side, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Her own mother was used to this, by now. Poor woman.
Suddenly, Doc
Okay, no. That was a lie. It was definitely full-fledged disappointment.
The applause from everyone startled Laney while Zach appeared to take it in stride. He held their hands up before he took a bow, his slight tug on her hand an indication for her to bow with him. Laney’s mother came up to them, dabbing the corner of her eyes with a tissue.
“Oh, you two were amazing out there,” she sniffled before shooting a pointed glance to Laney. “Those lessons paid off, after all, didn’t they, young lady?”
“Oooh! You just got ‘young lady’d’! Burn!” Doc had slid up beside Momma K. His build was considerably slimmer than his former teammates, barely meeting six feet and slender but muscular. He had close cropped dark blond hair, piercing green eyes, and was currently wearing a blue Under Armour polo tucked into a pair of dark khakis with a brown belt matching his flip flops.
Roman was always referred to as Doc because of his last name. Ever since BUD/S when his instructors had made the connection between his last name and the Back to The Future movies, he’d been called Doc. She was sure it had to get old when people continually asked him where his Delorean was, or when her brother did the whole fake confusion and asked, “Hey, man, was it 1.20 gigawatts? I can never remember …” Yeah, her brother was an ass sometimes.
Laney was saved when someone began playing Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop”. Instantly, Hendy hooted, “O.M.G.! That’s my jam!” and ran to the center of the dance floor. Laney threw her head back in laughter, watching as her friend began doing hip thrusting moves. Doc joined him on the dance floor, abruptly turning his back to Hendy, sticking his ass out in his friend’s direction. Hendy didn’t hesitate in slapping Doc’s ass along with the beat of the song.
“Oh, dear Lord,” Laney muttered, hands covering her eyes. Thank goodness they were at a private home. Hendy was a wildcard, that’s for sure.
Mac and Foster joined the craziness, doing some sort of make-believe see-saw action, as if they were riding one on the playground. When they changed over to taking turns pushing each other on make-believe swings, Laney turned to her mother.
“Are you sure he didn’t eat paint chips?”
“Laney!” her mother admonished as she watched the scene before them with a mixture of horror and laughter.
Shrugging, Laney decided to join the crazy chaos. Catching Raine’s attention from where she stood with Adam and Tate on the other side of the deck, she tipped her head, asking a silent question. They nodded and began approaching the dance floor.
Laney was grateful for this part of the deck being composite instead of actual wood like the walkway to the beach. There was no fear of splinters, as she left her shoes off to the side and joined the madness on the dance floor, beginning to do the Pop and Lock. Raine was doing a hilarious rendition of Hammertime, holding the hem of her white dress, while Tate performed perfectly executed Cabbage Patch moves. Adam, Lawson, and Zach broke out a combination of the Sprinkler, Roger Rabbit, and Soulja Boy dance moves before Lawson decided to take it a step further. He swiftly removed his button-down as well as his undershirt and began to wave it around, helicopter style. Hendy and Doc both abruptly stopped dancing and pulled out some dollar bills from their pockets, waving them at him, yelling, “Take it off, baby!”
Yep, it wasn’t a wedding, SEAL style, unless there was some nakedness, shenanigans, and inappropriateness involved. Thank God Lawson’s parents and Raine’s father are so cool , Laney thought, regarding the trio sitting off to the side, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Her own mother was used to this, by now. Poor woman.
Suddenly, Doc
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