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“I can be very persuasive,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Any chance you’ll be in Idaho?” the other sister asked sweetly. “We could show you around.”
“Negative, honey. But I’m all yours while you’re in town.”
A blonde walking by caught Wyatt’s attention, and he shook his head as he realized who he’d been looking for. His head was really in other places tonight. Sawyer and the two sisters were continuing to flirt, but Wyatt let his gaze track around the restaurant, their conversation fading into the background. Coconuts was packed tonight, the bar area especially crowded. One of the regular bartenders was serving up drinks, eating up the attention the female customers always gave him. Wyatt watched in amusement as two drinks serviced in pineapples were slid toward several tourists.
“What’s on your mind?” Austin asked as Wyatt fiddled with his bottle.
“Eh. I thought I saw someone I recognized earlier when I swung by the store. Now I keep thinking every blonde that walks by might be her.”
Austin looked at him quizzically.
“The woman we rescued from the hijacked plane in Manila—the one I checked up on afterwards. Callie. For some reason, I can’t shake the scared look on her face on that damn airplane. I keep thinking I’m seeing her here in Hawaii.”
“We rescue civilians all the time,” Austin pointed out.
“Yep.” Wyatt took another pull of his beer. “It’s nothing.”
Austin’s lips quirked. “She was friends with one of the Coronado guys’ women. Havoc, right?” he asked, referring to Owen “Havoc” O’Donnell. “His girlfriend was on the hijacked flight.”
“She was. Man. He was ready to tear the world apart to get to her. I don’t think Callie and Olivia knew each other too well. They’d met just before that ill-fated flight. Anyway, like I said, it’s nothing. She wouldn’t be here.”
Austin rolled his shoulders, watching as Aaron and Hudson walked over. “What’s up, boys?” Hudson asked with a grin. His gaze flicked briefly to Sawyer and the women. “Ladies. We haven’t been introduced yet,” he said, holding out a hand.
“The place is packed,” Aaron said.
“Gets more crowded every week. I swear it’s all the tourists posting on social media. The best secluded spots on the island are all tourist traps now,” Austin said, shaking his head.
“Not all,” Wyatt countered.
Austin lifted a shoulder. “It sure the hell feels like it. Coconuts was always a hit with the locals and military personnel stationed on the island. Now that the tourists have found it? Game over.”
“I think Sawyer would disagree,” Wyatt said with a smirk, watching as Sawyer’s arm wrapped around the shoulder of one of the women. She snuggled closer, looking perfectly content to be at his side.
“Let’s dance!” the other woman said, grabbing Hudson’s hand and pulling him toward the small dancefloor as an upbeat song came on.
“Now this I gotta see,” Aaron said with a chuckle. “Hudson is built like a linebacker, and we know that guy can’t dance.” He grabbed his beer from the bartender and disappeared into the crowd, trailing behind his teammate.
“Where’s Ryan?” Wyatt asked. “He said he’d be here tonight.”
“Something came up,” Austin said with a frown. “He texted and said that he’d see us at PT tomorrow morning.”
“Huh. We’ll be drilling hard on the water tomorrow after our run. They gotta show us off while the Admiral is visiting Pearl Harbor.”
Austin chuckled. “They know we’re the best, so can’t say I blame them.”
Wyatt smirked. There were several Alpha SEAL teams they worked with on occasion, all of which liked to boast they were the best. Wyatt had to hand it to his own men—they got the job done.
“It sounded like there are a lot of new situations brewing,” Austin said, lowering his voice.
Wyatt nodded. “Potential threats stemming from the Middle East, among others. There’s one guy in the wind. He was loosely associated with the men who took over the flight out of the Philippines. It’s taken analysts months to make the connection, and they’re still short on the details.”
“The terror network is ever growing. We take some out and others just spring right up, crawling out of the woodwork.”
“Hi boys!” a loud female voice said, drawing Wyatt’s mind back to the present. The woman was sunburned, and her appreciative gaze raked over them. “Got any room for one more?”
“Sure,” Austin agreed with an easy grin. While he was big, he had a baby face that women flocked to. Some of the other men came off as intimidating, but Austin seemed to always have ladies coming to him, without trying in the way Sawyer did. The sister Sawyer had been with was now locking lips with him, and Wyatt hopped down off the barstool.
