A SEAL's Seduction (Alpha SEALs Book 4) by Makenna Jameison Page A

starting on this contract immediately.  Can you schedule a second interview this week for the candidates we select and then provide the offer letter and new hire materials to them then?”
    “Um, maybe,” Kenley said, glancing at her stack of papers.  That meant twice as much work for her.  Normally the home office mailed out the HR materials for new hires.  She’d brought a few packets down but didn’t have enough for everyone they’d be bringing onboard.  And doing an additional round of interviews meant she’d be here twice as long.
    “Do you have enough of the materials?”
    “For a couple of the candidates, yes, but I don’t have enough for everyone.  I don’t usually need them.”
    “Of course.  We can Fed-Ex them down. I don’t suppose I can convince you to drive back up tonight?  Pick them up yourself?”
    Kenley resisted the urge to groan.  The drive to Northern Virginia was four hours from Virginia Beach.  She could drive up there, spend the night at her apartment, and then leave early in the morning to get back for her first interview.  It wasn’t exactly ideal though, especially considering she was already completely exhausted.
    “We’ll pay you overtime, of course.  Travel expenses, as well compensation for the hours spent driving.  You’d be doing me a tremendous favor.”
    “Yeah, I guess.  How late will you be in the office?”
    “I’ve got tons to do, so I’ll be here until at least nine.  I’ll stay and wait for you though.”
    “Uh, okay.  I’ll leave here in a little while and drive up.”
    “Wonderful.  Thanks so much, Kenley.  I really appreciate your willingness to go the extra mile.”
    Kenley rolled her eyes.  A couple hundred miles was more like it.  One extra mile would’ve been nothing.  She said goodbye and tucked her phone into her bag.  She wouldn’t mind picking up some more work outfits from her apartment at home.  And if she had to be back on the road bright and early tomorrow, well, that’s what Starbucks was for, right?
     
    ***
     
    Mike groaned as he stepped onto the dock back on base, dripping wet.  They’d conducted several hours of water drills, getting in dives and rescue simulations.  Two boats now bobbed up and down in the ocean as drops of rain began to fall.  The sky had darkened from an impending storm, the waters turning choppy during their last hour of training.  As tired as he was, for once he was glad they wouldn’t have to deal with training in the middle of a storm.  Normally he relished the challenge, but after several nights of not sleeping well, he felt like he was running on fumes.
    He rolled his shoulders, easing the tension and ache in his muscles.  Fucking hell.  It wasn’t the day on base that had him stiff and sore, it was those damn sleepless nights.  He’d spent his twenties up all night and training all day, but hell if the years weren’t catching up with him.  He was getting too old for this.
    “That was fucking spectacular,” Brent said, grinning as he peeled down the top of his wetsuit.
    “Which part?” Mike asked dryly.
    The entire afternoon had blurred into one long session as they dove again and again, practicing various water rescues.  The idea had been to leave them drained and fatigued, preparing them for the unknowns they could face when out on an op.  Mission accomplished.
    “Are you kidding me?” Brent asked.  “With the incoming storm, some of those swells were killer.”
    “Literally,” Christopher said, dropping his gear on the ground.
    Brent chuffed out a laugh.  “Hell, there’s nothing better than that.”
    “I’ve got to call Lexi when we get inside and let her know I’m running late,” Christopher said.
    “Big plans?” Mike asked, raising his eyebrows.
    “I’m taking her out for a romantic dinner.  She needs it after her day yesterday.”
    “Great idea, man,” Evan said as he walked by, slapping Christopher on the back.  “I should take Ali out,