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married. In fact, I bet you wouldn’t stick it out a week before you hit the road and ran.”
    He shrugged. “It would depend. Are you planning on being a good wife in this hypothetical scenario of ours?”
    She saw red. “That sounds like code for putting out every night.”
    â€œAt least.” He grinned at her again. “In fact, since we’re married, we should take advantage of each other.”
    â€œRight.” She rolled her eyes. “Like you really want to have sex with me after blackmailing me. That would be a new low, even for you.”
    He shrugged his shoulders again and then, shoot, his eyes lit up. “I’m up for it if you are,” he taunted.
    Even if he hadn’t blackmailed her into coming with him, Levi’s pretty package was wasted on her. He was the sexual equivalent of the loaner sweatshirt that got passed around when a girl was cold. Every female had had a piece of him, so no way was she sleeping with him, too. “No sex,” she said firmly.
    In addition, if it turned out that they really were married, she wasn’t risking an easy annulment, so it was better to make her position clear now. Before she finished her cocktail and returned to their villa to deal with the one-bed-and-a-basketful-of-sex-toys situation. Mr. Manwhore might be the last SEAL on earth she’d sleep with, but she wouldn’t put it past him to pursue her. He liked sex, and their ostensible marriage would put a crimp on anyone’s style.
    â€œOkay,” he said agreeably.
    Right. She snorted and he looked at her.
    â€œLike you could go a week without having sex.”
    â€œI absolutely can.” He sounded confident. She’d give him that.
    She, on the other hand, was hyperaware of his long, powerful legs stretched out in the sand next to hers. He was still wearing his BDUs and combat boots, and for no particular reason, the sight of him ready for anything got her going. Or maybe it was just that he was a gorgeous, available jerk and she’d been without a boyfriend for too long.
    â€œPull the other one,” she said dryly. “I’ve seen you in action, remember, and going without sex while you’re out in the field doesn’t count.”
    â€œYou think I’m going to cheat on you while we’re married?” He managed to sound surprised, but it wasn’t like he was the poster child for monogamy.
    â€œWe’re not really married. Anything we do doesn’t count.” She wasn’t sure she really meant that, but there was no point in setting herself up for disappointment with Levi.
    â€œI keep my promises.” He set his beer bottle back on the bar with a small click and leaned forward— surprise —to take her hand, his calloused fingers threading through hers in a rough-tender caress that was inexplicably good. His thumb found a sensitive spot in her palm and rubbed. Okay. Maybe she was the one who wouldn’t make it a week.
    Which was undoubtedly his point.
    â€œI dare you,” she blurted out, her mouth rushing ahead of her brain. “No sex for one week.”
    â€œSure.” He nodded agreeably. “You said the sex shop’s closed, so no worries.”
    She’d never thought he would take advantage of their possibly married state. He wasn’t that kind of guy. They were plenty clear on that particular point—it was just everything else they disagreed about.
    â€œBut,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “If I take your dare, you take mine.”
    Her hand shot up. “No. I’m done negotiating with you.”
    Of course he kept right on talking as if she hadn’t said anything. “For each night I go without sex, I get to choose a drink for you from Fantasy Island’s cocktail menu.”
    She really, really needed to ignore the pulse of heat that suggestion generated in her belly. And lower. This was Levi. She didn’t even like him, but apparently