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about the Blue Bean? It’s down by the boardwalk. Outside tables, lounge chairs, and everything.” It was her favorite place to get coffee, and she didn’t go there often because of the cost. But hell, if he was paying she was going to get what she wanted.
    “Sounds great to me. I’ll see you then.” With a little wave and smile Rick was off, walking down the sidewalk back toward his duplex.
    Rebecca waved back and watched him leave. He had a confident walk, but he slouched a little. It looked odd. Most men stood as straight as they could to make themselves seem taller. It was almost as though he wanted to be shorter. Slouched or not, her head had barely reached his chin. He wasn’t huge like Chris the giant, but he was big enough to be intimidating. That’s why she wanted to meet somewhere public. No need to be alone with him. Rebecca shook her head slightly. Hanging around with SEALs was making her paranoid.
    Rebecca crossed her arms and grinned at Rick’s retreating back. He was a little softer than the men she usually went for. She was a sucker for a tough man. It had always been her downfall. Rick might be tough, she didn’t know yet, but he was just a little too pretty.
    Pretty or not, he had a fantastic ass and Rebecca watched it in appreciation as he walked back home. As she turned to go inside a little voice in her head chided her. Ex-uniform is still a Uniform.
    Rebecca scowled. It’s coffee, not a moonlight walk on the beach. Besides, she reasoned, it was always a good idea to know your neighbors. They were just going to have a friendly little cup of coffee and chat.
    She closed the door, locked it, and went back to the kitchen to continue cleaning the sink.

Chapter 4
    Rick ran his fingers through the short blond strands of his hair and sighed. He’d gone over and over it in his head for twenty-four hours and he still couldn’t comprehend what had compelled him to ask the redhead out.
    What the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t have time for dates, sex, or even friendship. And it wasn’t like she could offer him much information on the SEAL team that he didn’t already have.
    Rebecca’s background check had come up clean. Suspiciously clean, actually. She’d grown up in New Orleans, lost both parents in Hurricane Katrina when she was eighteen, and moved to Virginia Beach where she’d completed a bachelor’s degree in Early Childhood Education. She had been married four months to Dillan Henderson, who was a member of the SEAL rear-support team. They had divorced quickly and easily with no messy court cases. She taught second grade at North Townsend Elementary. No arrest record, no passport, not even a speeding ticket had come up. He knew there were people who led a clean lifestyle. But in his experience, no record meant there was something lurking beneath the surface. Usually something really bad. His experience was a bit jaded, though.
    He could explain away the lack of traffic tickets with her looks. No cop would be able to resist those puppy-dog brown eyes and pouty lower lip. Not to mention the curves. She was curvy from head to toe, starting with those deep red corkscrew curls that exploded from her skull. His first good look at her had felt like a punch to the gut, and he’d stuttered and stared like a teenager. But, damn, she was smoking hot.
    The light pink tank top Rebecca had been wearing when she answered the door yesterday had actually looked good with her red hair, which was a feat all other redheads would envy. Those tight black yoga pants had hugged every line of her body, and Rick felt a distinct tightening in his jeans remembering the sight.
    I should have stood her up. He glanced down at the table where his coffee cup sat empty. He probably shouldn’t have gone to see her in the first place, but he’d been trying to appease his curiosity and make sure Paulson was all right. Rick knew where Paulson and the fiancée had gone, but he didn’t know what kind of mental state the