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gorgeous!”
    “It’s home,” he said, simply. 
“I’ll give you the grand tour after I shower.  For now, make yourself at
home.  Drinks in the fridge.  Remote for the TV in the den is on the
coffee table.”
    “OK.”
    He reached out and ran his thumb
along her cheek to her jaw, tilting her face up to his.  For a moment, he
just stood there looking down into her eyes, seeming to study her, then he
leaned down and placed a tender but brief kiss on her lips.
    “Be back in a few,” he told her
softly, leaving her standing as if frozen.
    “Holy cow,” she whispered when he was
gone. 
    She walked to where he indicated the
den was and just took it all in.  It was a decidedly masculine room with a
huge leather sectional, throw pillows in forest green, cream and
burgundy.  She loved it.  She could just imagine sinking into the
plush leather, snuggling with him before a fire on cold nights.  As she
always did in a new house, she imagined it all decked out for Christmas.
    Shaking her head, she crossed over to
the bookshelves to examine the pictures scattered among the shelves.  There
was some of him in various Middle Eastern type places in full Army gear with
his buddies.  One where he stood in what looked like a palace, shaking
hands with some sort of Sheik or something.  An impressive one of him in
full dress uniform with President George W. Bush, who had his arm around Colt’s
shoulders.
    “He was standing on a block,” Colt
said from behind her, causing her to jump.  She’d never even heard him
approach!
    “Sorry,” he chuckled, “didn’t mean to
scare you.”
    She was laughing, hand over her
racing heart.
    “That’s OK…so, he was standing on a
block?”
    “Yeah, that’s why we’re smiling so
big. He’s right at six feet tall.  He stood on his toes and laughed that
he still had to look up at me, so one of the other guys grabbed a block that
was nearby and asked if he wanted it.  He said “Heck, yeah!”  He has
a great sense of humor.  We took one with him on the block and one with
him not on it, but I like this one the best.”
    “That’s awesome,” she said, then
stepped back to the one at the palace, “What’s the story here?”
    “That was at one of Saddam’s
palaces.”
    “Wow…that’s pretty cool.”
    He picked up a frame from the top
shelf and handed it to her.
    “This was on my last mission, some of
my best friends in the Unit.  Coop here on my left married my sister about
two years ago.”
    Her eyes were drawn to the woman in
the center of the group of men.  Colt had his right arm around her
shoulders and her arm was around his waist.  Her blonde hair was pulled
back from her face in a tight braided knot at the base of her neck but it was
her face that drew Sarah’s attention.  She was beautiful, so much so it
seemed odd to see her in the same camouflage the men wore.
    “I didn’t know women could be
Rangers.”
    “That’s Tessa.  She was tactical
support.  This guy,” he said, indicating the older man at Tessa’s other
side, “was our C.O., Captain Gibson.  Tessa was his assistant.”
    “She’s beautiful.”
    “Yeah, she was a knockout, in more
ways than one.”
    She cut her eyes at him. 
“Girlfriend?”
    He laughed.  “No, no. 
Tessa was what you’d call a ball buster.  You didn’t mess with her. 
She was really good at her job and if you were foolish enough to hit on her,
she’d take you down in a heartbeat.”
    “I take it you never hit on her.”
    “Nope.  I valued our friendship
too much, along with my ability to someday father children.”
    Sarah laughed.  “I think I like
this Tessa person.”
    He placed the frame back on the
shelf. 
    “She’s great.  She left the Army
around the same time I did.  Joined the FBI along with Captain Gibson, who
ended up marrying Tessa’s mother.”  He walked over to the other side of
the shelves and took down another frame.  “These are my girls. 
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