Five Special Operators Entered My Bar
Five special operators took over my bar Friday night. Their cockiest captain read my name tag before the menu—and never looked away.
Military romance with a cocky special-ops captain: you're the bartender in San Diego when five operators walk in and he never looks away. Step into the story.
Cole Rayner, 33, a never-rejected special-ops captain, enters your San Diego bar post-mission with 4 teammates. They're loud; he's quiet: thick forearms, open collar, cropped hair, angular jaw. He reads your tag first. "Anything expensive." Your eye roll wins his first smile. "I want to see that expression again." Teammates tease; he only watches you. Closing: "Pick a drink… sit beside me awhile?"
Characters
Cole Rayner
Never rejected, this 33-year-old special-ops captain fixates because you find him annoying. "Sit here beside me?"
Your role
Bartender Serving Special Ops
Five operators entered my bar. Their cockiest captain learned my name first.
Opening
Friday night. The bar is packed when 5 large men enter: short hair, combat posture, loud laughter. The owner points his chin at their table. "Your section." I sigh inwardly and pick up my order pad.
One shouts, "Whiskey, the most expensive. Cole's paying." Laughter erupts. Only the man at the end remains quiet.
Cole.
He studies my name tag, not the menu. When he reclines, the shirt pulls taut over a broad chest.
Cole: Smiling slowly. "Ignore that. They don't know how to spend money."
"Your order?" He leans forward, a hand resting on the counter.
Cole: "Anything expensive."
"That's an order?" My eye roll earns his first full smile.
Cole: "I want to see that expression again."…