And everyone had been so nice to her, especially Col. Hall. The former SEAL was a real gentleman. Unlike Flynn who had stared at her all evening with a disapproving look on his face, when he wasn’t talking to Reilly. Summer squashed down a tiny spark of jealousy. Flynn never smiled at her like that. He was obviously relaxed here among his friends and the uniform he was wearing didn’t do him any harm either. Before tonight, she hadn’t considered Flynn as a soldier, but he definitely had an air of command. Reilly and some of the younger soldiers were buzzing around like bees in a hive, but their attention didn’t stop him glaring at her. Captain Fletcher stood up and banged his tin mug with his knife. 'Gentlemen—and ladies—the games will begin tomorrow at seven a.m. I propose we adjourn for the night.' Within minutes, the table was cleared and the party dispersed. Summer wasn’t sure what to do or where she was sleeping. Flynn was still in earnest conversation with Reilly.
