What I Fight For: A Bad Boy Military Romance (Easy Team Book 1) by Gemma Hart

was big. Big in every way. He was extremely tall, possibly over six and a half feet. He was incredibly broadly built. The other men had more defined muscles but Bear’s was all in his structure. Perhaps his abs weren’t as cut as the other men but his torso was twice their size so you had no doubt of his strength.
                  Next to Bear was Tweety. I couldn’t help but snort a little at the call signs these men had. I’d love to spend an evening hearing about how they had gotten the monikers. Tweety was tall but wiry. He had a slim build that was all muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him. He looked like he could easily slip between the cracks in the wall but we had seen him one morning shadowboxing and his jabs were lightening fast. The man moved like a bolt of thunder.
                  The men got up from their push ups and dusted themselves off. We all gave a collective sigh as we got a good view of their sweat slicked bodies glinting in the sunlight.
                  I was about to comment on how amazing it was that they were able to exercise like this in this heat when my view was suddenly blocked. Instead of a dozen gorgeously chiseled men, I saw only one set of chiseled abs directly in front of me.
                  There was a trail of brown hairs going straight from the belly button down past his belt buckle. I swallowed thinking just where that trail led. I slowly raised my eyes over the ridged abs and the hard, defined pecs till finally I saw a pair of dark eyes looking down at me with slightly amused annoyance.
                  “Enjoying the show, are we?” Cooper asked, a brow cocked.
                  “So much, Captain,” Margie answered enthusiastically for me.
                  I nodded. “So much,” I said, smiling unrepentantly.
                  This only seemed to annoy Cooper more. He sniffed. “Didn’t you notice that someone was missing in the morning PT today?”
                  I had noticed. That had been the first thing I had noticed. Cooper was by far the best built man out there. Tall, proportional, sculpted like a Greek god—there was no way I could watch him work out without my face turning a brick red.
                  And this morning he had been absent. In fact, Bear had come in only half way through the work out as well.
                  I tried to push Cooper’s legs aside so I could regain my view of the men. “Well, there’s a dozen more there anyway,” I said teasingly. “Still a good show.”
                  Cooper’s legs stayed grounded like they were made of iron girders, blocking my view.
                  “How can a show be a show without its star player?” he asked, deliberately crossing his arms across his chest, making the muscles of his arms bulge further.
                  I swallowed but adamantly refused to be flustered.
                  His face looked confident as he looked down at me.
                  “Well,” I started innocently, “we missed him but Bear did finally come halfway through so….”
                  “Oh, you little wise ass,” he huffed in mock annoyance as he knuckled my head.
                  Tammy and Margie laughed and I giggled as I tried to fight him off but Cooper grabbed me around the shoulders and was giving the top of my head a good rapping.
                  “Fine! Fine!” I gasped, breathless with the struggle and the closeness of being near his half dressed body. “You’re pretty okay too.”
                  Cooper released me.
                  “‘Pretty okay?’” he repeated dryly. “My, what a way with words you have, Dr. Lyon.”
                  Before I could make a retort, Tammy piped up, “Captain, what’s your call sign? We’ve learned the other men’s.