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dinner.”
    She laughed. “Might as well order one. Or better make it two. I bet Mr. Manly-Man eats a lot.”  
    That was the only way to get muscles that large. Lots of food, in addition to pumping iron for hours a day. The bastard could probably eat all the carbs he wanted and not gain an ounce of fat.
    Sierra resented the massive intrusion in her life for a whole new reason now.  
    The thought of having him outside her door all night long while she was trying to sleep had her craving comfort food in massive amounts. But the knowledge of what carbs did to her body had her saying to Roger, “Order me a salad along with that pizza.”
    “You got it.” Roger whipped out his cell phone while Sierra watched the new man in her life continue to hold a conversation she couldn’t hear with someone on his cell phone.
    He was a fine specimen. Probably nothing between the ears, but from the neck down his muscles were enough to have her remembering keenly how long it had been since she’d had a steady boyfriend. And in her position, one-night stands were out of the question.  
    Nope. Her life in the public spotlight meant she couldn’t gain even an ounce without speculation in the tabloids that she had a baby bump .
    Sierra sighed with frustration. No good food. No sex. No life.
    She did have some really great shoes though. That counted for something. Right?

CHAPTER 7
    Rick listened to the ringing through the earpiece of his cell until he heard Jon, when he finally answered, say, “Hey, Rick. You at the hotel?”
    “I am.” Rick heard the ambient noise on the other end of the line. “The guys still at your place?”
    “Yup. Unfortunately, we seem to have moved on from planning our presentation in HOA to plotting how to get more beer over here without any of us having to go out and get it.”
    He knew these guys, as well as if they were his blood brothers, and that sounded about right to him.
    A discussion about Jon and Zane’s presentation in Djibouti would naturally lead to memories of when they’d all been stationed on the Horn of Africa in the SEAL encampment on Camp Lemonier. And memories inevitably were accompanied by a cold one—or six.
    Rick laughed. “You know, one call to Darci and she’ll deliver it to you.”
    “You think?” Jon asked.
    “I don’t just think, I know . She was dying to get over to your place for that GAPS meeting.”
    “Really? Why?” Jon sounded surprised.
    He shouldn’t be. He’d been the one to approve Darci going on that mission with Chris. He should have known after one she’d want another. Action was addicting—an obsession Rick knew too well.  
    Rick would happily remind his friend whose fault this was. “This one’s all on you, bro. Since you sent her on that one job, she thinks she’s an operative now. But hey, you tell her you need supplies for the planning meeting and she’ll be in her car so fast your head’ll spin.”
    Jon let out a chuckle. “Okay, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. How’s it going there with you?”
    How to answer that? Rick was there. He’d met the clients. He liked Roger well enough. But Sierra “Diva” Cox—she was another story altogether.
    “It’s . . . uh, going.”
    There was a silent pause from Jon’s end of the line in response to Rick’s skirted honesty. “You do realize that answer doesn’t exactly instill confidence, right?”
    Time to tap dance and reassure his boss things were fine. Which they were, even if Ms. Cox kept shooting daggers at him with those angry emerald-colored eyes of hers.
    Rick’s first GAPS assignment was not going to get derailed by a diva, even if she was centerfold-worthy. He didn’t care what he had to do. Hell, he’d spit shine her shoes if it made her happy but he was not failing and letting Jon or GAPS down.
    “Nah. It’s fine. I’m good. Just never been in a hotel suite this fancy before. I guess I’m a little tongue tied. The living room in this place is bigger than mine and Darci’s