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you going to let Dante up or not?” she asked. “He helped me get out of Dodge back there.”
    The big man backed off, and Dante turned to face him.
    “You were kind of right about the princess thing,” she admitted, and made a sweeping gesture with her hand. “Meet the royal guard. They mean well, but they watch way too many guy flicks at the Multiplex.”
    Six pairs of eyes bored into Dante before a dark-haired man stepped forward. Something about him looked familiar—the way he stood, the shape of his blue eyes-but Dante couldn’t quite place him.
    “I’m Ronnie McNamara,” he said, extending his hand. “Really, we’re more like big brothers trying to keep our bratty little sister out of trouble. Believe me, it’s not easy with this girl.”
    “DanteGiovanni. And I can imagine.” He shook the man’s hand.
    Ronnie held onto his hand for a second too long, then twisted Dante’s wrist around to peer at his forearm. “Marines?” he asked, pointing at the tattoo.
    “Yeah, I was in the 312th platoon. Alpha squad.”
    “Great!” Nadia said. “I’ve been looking for a few good men.”
    Dante grinned at her and saw that someone had snuck her a cigarette. She held it up for Waynie to light.
    Ronnie never missed a beat. Grabbing it out of her fingers, he said, “No bull? My brother James MacNamara was in 312th too. Bravo squad.”
    “Hey, no kidding!” Dante said, recognition finally dawning. “I knew Jimmy MacNamara. He was a great guy, the most hilarious drunk in the world. He would get up and do the karaoke thing at the bar we used to go to near base.”
    Ignoring Nadia’s protests, Ronnie broke the cigarette in half and tossed it over his shoulder. Rolling his eyes at Dante, he said, “Yeah, that sounds like the moron, all right. Do you believe he’s a suit in Texas now? Military defense.”
    “You’ve got to be joking!” Dante laughed, then shook his head. “Jimmy MacNamara, a suit. Now that’s hard to imagine.” He pointed at the Humvee and said, “Hey, man, can I check out your ride? I love those things.”
    “Sure. That’s my baby. I call her The Black Beast.” Ronnie motioned for Dante to follow him. Nadia scowled and hopped off the hood.
    Dante grinned when he heard her whisper, “Give me another one.”
    “Anybody gives her a cancer stick and I break his face,” Ronnie said, not looking back.
    Dante brushed his fingers against the door handle and peered into the gleaming black interior. “Aw, man, I’m in love. Are these things built or what? Sleek, powerful, gorgeous.”
    “Now I’m insulted.”
    Nadia leaned against front fender, her bottom lip jutting out in a way Dante found sexy as hell. When she crossed her arms over her chest, the purple strap of her tank top slipped off one tan shoulder.
    “Why is it you guys have nicer things to say about vehicles than you do women?” she asked.
    “Because the Hummer doesn’t talk back, it doesn’t get jealous if I look at other vehicles and it only takes one flick of the switch to turn it on.” Ronnie grinned at Nadia and stuck out his tongue.
    She rolled her eyes. “See, Ronnie, that mentality is the reason you can’t get a date on Saturday nights.”
    “So, what’s your excuse?” he shouted, and darted around the back of the vehicle before Nadia could respond.
    Dante laughed. Nadia shot him a peeved look, but it gave way to a smile when he hooked his thumb under the fallen strap of her tank top and tugged it back up.
    Resting his hand on her shoulder, he said, “You don’t have to be jealous of anything, princess. You’re as sleek, gorgeous, and powerful as it gets. You handled yourself well back there.”
    She gave him an uncertain smile, and Ronnie peeked back around the rear of the vehicle to see if it was safe. Seemingly satisfied Nadia wasn’t going to attack him, he said, “C’mon, Dante. You can ride back to the Branson estate with us in the Humvee. I’ll get one of the guys to follow behind in your