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usually had soldiers, from generals to grunts, looking for cover. He looked from her to Sawyer, raising one dark eyebrow.
    Sawyer twisted his lips to keep his smile from blooming again. “Rufus is a rescue dog Flick is trying to rehabilitate. A very bad, very big, collie-Newfoundland cross.”
    Kai, normally the fastest bullet on the battlefield, took a moment for that to sink in. He groaned internally.
    A dog. Well, hell.
    Silence hovered over them until he heard another snicker from Sawyer and an amused snort from someone from the peanut gallery. Flick’s laugh, deep and dirty, followed and smacked him in the solar plexus. They thought he was hilarious.
    Kai kept his face impassive and his body loose while embarrassment nipped. He hadn’t always known how to act like a rational human being when he was the butt of a joke. That wasn’t something they taught at any of the places he’d been resident of. His default reaction to being dissed had been to let a fist or a foot fly, since handling it gracefully had been left out of his school-of-hard-knocks curriculum.
    But he was an adult now . . .
    He made himself relax his shoulders and he dredged up a grin. “Well, it’s obvious that whoever is in charge of making sure than I don’t say stupid shit should be fired. Sorry about that.”
    Flick’s smile pulled that amazing mouth up and creased the corners of her eyes. “No worries. It was sweet.”
    Hell no, he wasn’t sweet. Just like he wasn’t cute.
    He’d never been more grateful in his life than when his cell phone chirped from the pocket of his athletic shorts. Pulling it out, he looked at the screen, saw it was the number of his Saudi sheikh, and swiped his thumb to answer the call.
    “Sorry, I have to take this.” He bit out the words, turned, and headed straight for the door.
    As he spoke to the sheikh’s assistant, he didn’t know what pissed him off more: the fact that he’d had such an extreme reaction to that woman, that he’d made an idiot of himself, or that he’d left without getting his caffeine or sugar fix.
    Probably all three. Equally.
    ***
    While Sawyer turned back to the counter to pick up his coffee and the paper bag of cupcakes, Flick watched Kai’s very broad shoulders and spectacular butt walk through the open the door of the bakery and step outside. Through the windows she saw him shove his phone back into the pocket of his shorts before taking off at fast jog.
    Poetry in frickin’ motion
, Flick thought.
    Grabbing the edge of the counter, Flick stared down at her boots, trying to make sense of the past ten minutes. Somehow, she felt like she’d just had a scorching sexual encounter in the middle of her bakery in front of all her customers. Could they tell that her nipples had gone hard and that her panties were damp? Could they see the flush of her neck, her torso, everywhere on her body those amazing eyes had touched?
    Holy hell.
    She’d been concentrating on carrying the overloaded tray of red velvet cupcakes to the counter and she’d nearly stumbled when she looked up and clocked that sexy face and ripped body. Kai had muscles that made smart girls say stupid things; things like “let’s go to bed,” “do me,” and, worst of all, “I love you.” Messy deep-brown hair and a scruffy, week-old beard and those eyes—dear God, his eyes! Rich, hypnotic and a fantastic shade of gold, so unusual they couldn’t be anything but real. When those eyes connected with hers she swore they just sucked her right on into their own, private porno movie. There was a big, canopied bed with white linen, and she was getting up close and very personal with that muscular body, exploring that six pack with her tongue, biting into those big biceps, making sure that his butt was as hard as she suspected.
    Not that there was anything boy-like about Kai Manning. Like Sawyer, he had a warrior’s body, but his eyes were deeply cynical and just a little sad.
    Right; pull yourself together,