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gray-eyed man in the doorway.
Correction: gray-eyed hunk. Aue ka nani. Such beauty.Sergeant
Kellan Rush really was a magnificently-made man. His shoulders, chest, and
torso gleamed like wild honey spread over a marble statue. The shorts did
little to hide the matching muscles of his long legs, which were dusted with
more of his dark hair. He affected her in raw, animal kinds of ways. Her skin
tingled, her heartbeat sped…and her sex thrummed in demand. She swallowed to hide
her reaction, lucking out on the timing. Rush sighed heavily at the same time. “Sleeping
is good,” he stated. “That’ll make it easier to hump him back over to Franz’s
place.”
    “What? The hell
you will.” She balanced the ice so it would stay on Bommer’s forehead before
rising to square off against Rush. “We’ll put him in the back seat of my jeep,
and I’ll drive you two back over. It may be a bit bumpy, but I don’t think
he’ll notice.”
    “Out of the
question.” He folded his beautifully-muscled arms. “That’d leave you to drive
back here on that two-lane thing that barely calls itself a road. I wouldn’t
put it past Gunter to be parked somewhere nearby, figuring we’ll have exactly
this conversation, waiting for you to cruise back here by yourself. With his
boys already whiffing blood, the man won’t toss aside that kind of an
opportunity.”
    No matter how
deeply the words seared into her as the terrifying truth, Lani defaulted to her
usual reaction: completely faked defiance. “He wouldn’t try anything with Leo
around.”
    Once more the
man barely moved, though his pewter gaze drilled into her. “Yes. Leo. The one
who’s expecting to find you here in one piece when he returns from fencing practice.”
    She sprinkled
the bravado with sarcasm. “You were listening in class, Sergeant.”
    “That’s my job,
Miss Kail.” He intensified his scrutiny, almost sending a vibe of discomfort,
but Lani wrote off her perception as silly. These guys worked for Johnny Franzen,
who barely suffered fools in his civilian life, let alone what he demanded of
his Spec Ops team. Despite how Bommer had pulled the jackass move of the decade,
Franz wouldn’t have turned over the keys to his place to any half-brained joes.
Not that Rush helped correct her perception, with his semi-stammered follow-up.
“So…Leo? He’s—errmm—your son?”
    “My brother.”
She smiled, not seeing any point in prolonging the man’s stress. “I was my
parents’ college surprise and he was their ten-year anniversary gift.” She
pressed her lips a little tighter to keep the smile fixed, despite the hit of
sorrow that came—as it always did. “The age spread turned out to be a good
thing, though. Mom and Dad died together two years ago, but I was twenty-three,
old enough to file for legal guardianship of Leo. He’s fifteen now and surpassed
me on height about four months back. But inside, he’s still processing the loss
in a shitload of ways.”
    He tilted his
head a little. “And you’re not?”
    “In my own way,
each and every day,” she countered. “Only I’m not doing it with a teenage boy’s
hormones screaming through my veins.”
    “You get the win
on that one, too.”
    She joined him
in his good-natured chuckle but cut hers short when she sensed he had more to
say. “What?” she prodded.
    The man stunned
her by shifting from his position in the doorway. She wasn’t sure whether to be
unnerved or thrilled by the way he moved toward her across the wood floor,
every step quiet but deliberate, until he stood only two feet away.
    Lani’s breath snagged.
She lifted her gaze to meet his. In this softer light, his gray eyes resembled
sea foam in a storm. Apt comparison, considering what his nearness did to every
vital organ in her body.
    He took a step
closer. “What happened?” His voice was a murmur between them alone. “To your
parents?”
    His interest,
issued with somber sincerity, touched her. “My Mom and Dad did a lot