Page 58 of The Princess and the SEAL

“Hey, can I get some more leave?”

“No, you just got back from Europe.”

Fuck. Erik was my commanding officer. “Please? I’ll take your duty for a month.”

“When?”

“Now. I have to go stop her wedding.”

“Then definitely not. I don’t want you to get arrested on foreign soil. I can read it now. ‘Navy SEAL gets arrested breaking up the royal wedding.’ No. Didn’t you learn anything from me? Remember when I was in the paper with Aria? I was wearing that fucking mermaid tail.”

“Yeah, dude. That was fucking hilarious.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Then come with me.”

“You serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Dammit, Ryan.” He paused. I never asked Erik for favors. I was the best fucking SEAL in the platoon. I needed this favor.

“Please, man? This is my only chance. I love her.”

“Fine. I’ll take care of the leave. Let’s bring Dax along. You know, since he knows the country.”

I had the best friends in the universe. They were my family.

It wasn’t over between Giselle and me. I was going to get my princess.