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and
disappointing.
    The metal door clanged open.
Liam’s head felt heavy, but he managed to cast his gaze in the
direction of the arriving visitor, a captain. This was no dream.
He’d know that scarred face anywhere. Get
the fuck out of here ! Boy’s a motherfucking Captain ?
Vasquez, or Ant as Liam called him, was the same height as Liam,
with deep olive skin and dark, curled locks, and it spoke to his
Chilean descent. They’d sweated and bled under the same sun,
kicking ass together in the desert. And
look at this motherfucker now . Liam stared
at the oak leaf on Vasquez’s lapel. Dressed in full uniform,
Vasquez removed his cover and tucked it under his arm. He stared
grimly down at the thickly bandaged lump that was Liam’s
leg.
    Fuck, I need to get out of
this bed and kick your ass, Ant! Where the fuck am I? How the hell
have you been? What took you so long to find me,
motherfucker ? Liam shouted in his head. All
he could do was manage a weak smile at the sight of his friend. But
his surprises didn’t end there. A tall, thin woman stepped into the
narrow space alongside Vasquez. She wore a khaki suit jacket, with
more bars on the lapel than there should have been, and her red
hair was longer than he remembered. Even pulled back off her face,
it almost touched her shoulders. Alex . She looked different; powerful
in a way he couldn’t put a name to. It made him uneasy. Liam tried
to focus on what exactly her collar insignia represented.
Definitely wasn’t any Marine classification he knew. Last he saw
her, she’d been a helo driver, holding a lower rate than
Vasquez.
    Liam lay there, stunned. Alexa Sinclair
appeared beautiful as always; even he had to admit that. Her
porcelain-white skin and pouty full lips used to drive the men in
her unit nuts. But she’d castrate any man who dared to reduce her
to a piece of ass. She had been tough beyond compare. She hadn’t
been the first female helicopter pilot in the services, but one of
the couple-dozen who’d seen combat. Alexa was part of the elite
group who’d survived hostile live-fire. He and Eric used to joke
that she probably had teeth in her crotch, ready to shred a man’s
cock before the first nut.
    The truth he’d never shared with Eric burned
his gut. Alexa tried to get on him a few times and more than once
he’d been tempted. They’d been caught in some wicked shit. And what
the hell, he was a man. Long months in the desert away from Kennedy
made the beast in him thoughtless. He’d never crossed the line,
though Alexa offering to get him off in his sleeping bag one night
could be constituted as such. He’d almost gone for it—his utilities
had gotten unzipped, something that made him feel like absolute
shit right up to the present moment—but Liam could honestly say he
turned the sex down. As far as he was concerned, why dine on a
hamburger when you’ve grown accustomed to steak? No woman could get
him like his Kennedy.
    Next through the oblong door came Eric.
    Eric Drake’s presence filled the room. This
brother should have been a politician he was so smooth, even under
extreme pressure. Nothing dimmed that spark in his eyes and sly
smile. Skin a dark Hershey-brown, head shaven, he was a chick
magnet with his calm manner and slick tongue. Eric had come up to
the unit from SEAL Team Four, same as he had. Liam suspected he’d
fucked Alex more than once, but he’d never confess. He, too, wore
an oak leaf, which meant this motherfucker outranked him, too.
Liam’s gaze cut back to Alex, whose collar insignia his weak mind
struggled to explain. Could this be some branch of the Navy he
didn’t know, and if so, how the hell was that possible since Alex
had been a Marine? Was this why he was he even afloat, aboard ship?
None of it made any sense. These were the three people closest to
him in his career. They were also the three people closest to him
in his personal life.
    Alex went to his side and took his hand in
hers. Her eyes looked wet, which made