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arousal racing through her body.
    Something wholly frightening rose up in his expression. Frightening… because the way he was looking at her said he wanted to do very wicked things to her indeed, and she wasn’t going to say no.

W alk away.
    Dex didn’t take one step away from Emma like he should. Couldn’t have moved one muscle if the entire ISIS army popped out of the ocean like an Iraqi version of the crew of the Flying Dutchmen.
    The late afternoon sun highlighted the outline of Emma’s very pointy and incredibly sexy nipples, taunting him from under the white triangles over her breasts. He was having a hell of a time keeping his eyes off them. You didn’t stare at a woman’s chest while talking to her, no matter what kind of come-on signals she was shooting in your direction.
    Of course, Emma’s were more of the flare-gun-at-night variety. Vivid, splashy and indicative of someone in a lot of trouble.
    In this case, it was Dex.
    Despite all the reasons he should be steering clear, Emma intrigued him. While she’d been making herself dizzy with all the direction changes, he’d sat by the remnants of the campfire Charlie had built to roast the grouper they ate for dinner and debated about announcing his presence. But in the end, he couldn’t resist finding out what she was doing.
    The fish tacos hadn’t been nearly enough fortification to face down the amount of Available Woman being paraded around in front of his weakening resolve. The guys had trooped back to their bungalows without a backward glance after Dex had volunteered to clean up, laughing and guzzling the last of the twelve pack that had naturally materialized courtesy of Jack. They called him Jack of All Trades for a reason; there was nothing the man wasn’t proficient at.
    Maybe Dex should call him back and ask him how to lie to a woman well enough so she believed him when he said he wasn’t interested. Because he needed someone to be the voice of reason here before he showed her how much trouble he was in with very graphic and irreversible example.
    Yet… he couldn’t stand the idea of being responsible for more shadows in the depths of Emma’s clouded blue eyes. The black spot in his soul sniffed out darkness easily, hungrily circling in hopes of finding weaknesses. Because it wanted company.
    Sometimes he wished for a mythical woman who could not only accept his proficiency at killing but also empathize with the horrific catch-22 of being a good warrior. Dex loved the freedom he’d fought for but hated that it was built on the graves of men he’d shot. A kindred spirit would get that.
    Emma of the white bikini was not it. Fragility flitted under her skin, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Someone of his breed would destroy her.
    Subject change STAT.
    “Oh, no. You’re not distracting me so easily. Talk to me about the Hokey Pokey from earlier.” Guilt flitted through her expression, and he latched onto it like a drowning man. Lucky guess. “Ah, so you were flirting with me to avoid talking about whatever had you going in circles.”
    “No,” she protested hotly. “I’m flirting with you because I like you.”
    A smile formed on his lips but he bit it back. The feeling is mutual . He didn’t say it.
    “Lay it on me.” He circled a finger in a get-on-with-it motion. “You lost something in the water? Left your towel at the resort and wanted to go back for it?”
    She crossed her arms over her midsection and glanced away. “I’m not a fan of the ocean, okay?”
    Lots of people didn’t like ocean water. Too much salt, the theme from Jaws on repeat in their mind as they waded out, or too rough. He didn’t buy any of those as her reasons though. “So? Don’t go in it. Problem solved.”
    “It’s more… complicated than that.”
    Something told him this was tied to her shadows, and a perverse need to draw it out of her dug in and wouldn’t let go. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    “The ocean scares me,” she