The four guys stood around in the ship’s ready room wearing little more than Speedos; they also wore wristwatches. Carla admitted that they looked damn good that way. Four men at the prime of their lives and their training, so impossibly fit and handsome, parading around the room most of the way to naked. Kyle stood out, of course, even discounting her personal bias. But there were limits! “I am not wearing a goddamn bikini in front of you jokers.” “Ba-kaw! Buck buck ba-kaw!” Chad started doing a chicken dance around in circles. Duane picked it up and Richie blushed—either on her behalf or because he too wanted to see her dressed…undressed that way. Only Kyle was standing there with that goddamn, patient half smile of his. “They’re going to drop us a dozen kilometers off the beach in Aruba. We’re going to arrive on the beach with the morning snorkelers and week-old entry stamps in our Spanish passports.
