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saying, “Can I get the appetizer platter?”
    “Sure thing.” He swept a look at her drink, and seeing the first one
gone already, and the second one halfway drained, he raised a brow. “Another?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Kayla, take it easy. I’m not getting a ripping because you’re falling
out of the chair when the Captain gets here.”
    She ignored him. “Extra sour cream too, please, and extra jalapenos. Hot
ones.”
    “Are you feeling all right? You’re eatin’ like one of us, and you hate
hot food.”
    “I’m hungry, what the heck! Am I on ass watch too?”
    “No, but it’s gonna be if you keep eatin’ like that.”
    She threw him a dirty look. “Back on point, SEAL.”
    Mace shook his empty bottle at Bruce and got a wave. “Kayla, he’s
already burned his black book and every napkin he’s ever gotten. He kept them
in the middle drawer of his desk. We used to razz him about it, making up
excuses to get to that drawer.” Mace’s expression sobered. “The day the finger
came, and we had the meeting, the Captain opened it for a second, only pens rolled
around in there.”
    Mace’s attention drifted over her shoulder. She cranked her head to
see a pretty young blonde sitting two tables to their right eyeing him. “I know
what kind of man he is. He’s devoted to his profession and his country. Not to
mention a different flavor of woman.”
    “He’s in love with you, Kayla. That’s why he gave you his trident.
It’s our most honored possession, and when a SEAL gives it to one woman, he’s
telling her she will be the only woman. She is his challenge and his future.
The same promise and dedication we make when we accept the trident.”
    “When did he become a SEAL?” she asked, changing the subject. The
night after the car accident, she thought she was dreaming when Thane told her
he loved her. It was ludicrous. She didn’t doubt he was concerned for her
welfare. Nor was there any guessing when it came to the bedroom, but love—he’d
overreacted because of the accident, and he hadn’t said it since.
    A grin teetered on his lips. “Don’t you guys ever talk? Or are you too
busy doing something else?”
    “Stop that,” she blurted, purely from embarrassment.
    Mace broke out into a laugh. “Kayla, that shade of red looks good on
you.” She cuffed him. “Hey, it’s a perfectly natural thing to do when two
people are in love.”
    She concentrated on the street instead of him. “Not in love.”
    “Really?” he said, nodding slowly with a broadening grin as if he
could read her thoughts. “I know different, and so does the Captain.”
    “What? Why do you say that?”
    Mace leaned forward, and waited for her to do the same. She rolled her
eyes and leaned over. “Because when the drugs took effect in the hospital, you
spilled the beans.” He sat back with a big grin, and raised a brow at her.
    “Here ya go, gorgeous,” Bruce said, placing another margarita in front
of her. “So when’s your friend going to leave? I’ve got a break in fifteen
minutes.”
    Mace’s lips twisted into an evil, satisfied smile.
    “She’s busy,” a low timbre growled from behind them.
    “Umm, okay.” The waiter stepped back as Thane, dressed in a black
torso tight T-shirt and fit jeans cupping the parts of his body in proportion
to the enormous man, kept his steely stare on Bruce as he took the seat next to
Kayla.
    Mace’s lips curled with a grin. “Not so tough now are ya, Brucccce?”
Mace said, followed by a short laugh.
    Bruce stretched his neck and threw Mace a fuck off look.
    “What do you have on tap—Bruce?” Thane asked, but the edge in his
voice wasn’t missed.
    “Whatever you’d like, sir.”
    “Uh-huh, pale ale, thanks.”
    Bruce shot a quick look at her while dropping two sets of napkins
wrapped around cutlery on the table. “Your order will be up in a couple
minutes, ma’am.”
    “Thanks, just Kayla, not ma’am.”
    “You guys work at the base?” Bruce asked.