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amazing wil power. I try, but I'm a sugar junkie."
    It didn't show. Cam had a trim, athletic figure. He supposed that was part of their gene pool. He
    remembered his mother as a slender woman and his father as leanly muscular.
    As Cam fil ed the glass with ice and tea, she kept glancing at him. "You're a professional fighter?
    Like a boxer, you mean?"
    "Not exactly a boxer." Rather than continue to hide, Dean removed the mirrored sunglasses and laid them on the table. When he looked at Cam this time, she saw his eyes—and immediately jumped
    subjects. Again.
    "Dean! We have the same eyes, too. Isn't that amazing?"
    He couldn't help but grin. Cam amused him with her overload of enthusiasm. "Are you always this
    upbeat?"
    Eve strol ed back in. "Yeah, she is. Sickening, isn't it?"
    Swiveling in his seat, Dean looked at her. She avoided meeting his gaze, but he didn't mind. They
    both knew how she felt, just as they both knew what would come of it.
    She'd pul ed her wet hair into a ponytail, emphasizing high cheekbones and a stubborn chin. Short
    jean shorts showed off her ass almost as good as the bikini bottoms had. A thin tank top advertised
    her lack of a bra. Her bare legs were beautiful.
    While checking out every inch of Eve, Dean said, "Cam and I might share coloring, but our
    dispositions are polar opposites."
    Cam laughed. "Meaning you're a bear? I don't believe it. Look at how you've put up with me already."
    "I believe it." Eve went on tiptoe to reach a glass, then helped herself to the tea. "His fighting name is Havoc." She tipped the glass at him in a salute. "That oughta tel ya something, right?"
    Now this was familiar. Sparring with an attractive lady, cultivating the sexual tension. Much, much
    easier than that... that sentimental mishmash Cam kept slinging his way.
    Relishing the new game, Dean made sure Eve saw him eyeing her breasts before saying, "They cal
    me Havoc because, to some, I appear a disorderly fighter." His gaze came up to meet hers, and he
    caught her arrested, flustered expression. He smiled, just to let her know he knew what she felt and
    what she thought. "Most guys have a technique that can be pegged. It gives other fighters something
    to study, to prepare for. But I'm unpredictable. I change from one fight to the next." Boldly staring, he explained, "I do whatever I have to do to win."
    Eve's eyes narrowed. "Is that a warning?"
    "Absolutely."
    Oblivious to their sexual banter, or wil ing to overlook it. Cam pul ed out a chair and sat opposite him.
    "Do you win a lot?"
    "Yeah. I do." Damn it. he had no reason to feel so proud when tel ing her that. What Cam thought of him shouldn't matter one iota. But stil he said, "Often enough to be the main event on the SBC card
    the last four fights."
    "What does SBC stand for?"
    "Supreme Battle Chal enge. It's a combat sport with a variety of disciplines like jiu-jitsu, judo, karate, boxing, kickboxing, or wrestling—usual y a combination of al of those."
    "It sounds confusing."
    "It's not. Competitors strike using hands, feet, knees, or elbows. You grapple for submissions,
    chokeholds, throws, or takedowns. There's no one single discipline that does better than another."
    Eve joined them at the table, sitting at Dean's right. "Huh. So if you're that good," she taunted, "how come you're so beat up?"
    Cam looked put out by Eve's question, but Dean didn't mind explaining. "I don't fight pansies, that's why. Only the best contenders earn the right to chal enge me. Besides, a few bruises don't count as
    beat up. Not when the other guy got the worst of it."
    Cam winced. "What could be worse?" Then she rushed to add, "Not that I doubt you. But you do look like something ran over you. I hadn't planned to say anything. I didn't want to be rude. But since
    you brought it up ..."
    The thought of Cam trying to ignore his stitches, cuts, and bruises almost brought Dean to laughter
    —and he hadn't expected that. "Most of what I have is superficial. But cuts that