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massages?” Jameson asked.
    “Heard a little domestic squabble,” Coop answered. His eyes searched back and forth between Jameson and the blonde. “Maybe he had reason to distrust his wife coming here to see you?” Coop nodded toward the dark-haired beauty at the doorway with Alex.
    Jameson cleared his throat and gave the woman a nod. The lady was smiling devilishly back at him.
    “I see what you mean,” he answered. But most important to Lizzie was that he didn’t deny anything. Jameson began to crane his neck. “Where’s my Marine guy?”
    Coop and several of the others chuckled.
    “What? Did I say something wrong?” he asked, as he pulled the blonde closer to him, massaging the top of her neck while she draped over him like a warm blanket.
    “I’m sorry,” the handsome Puerto Rican man answered. “That’s no Marine, or even Marine-in-training.”
    “Four tours overseas,” insisted Jameson.
    “I’d say he’s had no military training, Mr. Jameson, sir. No offense, but I think you hired what we call a poser.” The accented man gave him a lethal wink and then directed it right at Lizzie.
    Arlen appeared as if he’d been summoned, introducing himself. A couple of the men asked him questions the bodyguard struggled to answer and was failing miserably. Even Lizzie could see that. The boys didn’t call him on it, just let the conversation dangle. Several started to to leave.
    “You okay, Red?” one of the men asked, returning his cap to front position, the picture of an elongated skull adorning the front above the bill. She’d seen it somewhere before.
    “Hold it,” Jameson demanded. “You guys friends of the Punisher?”
    “Some of us knew him,” the tall medic answered.
    “So, you’re SEALs then. That right?”
    The accented man stood and rolled his shoulder. “Could be.” Others began to rise and follow his lead.
    “What the hell are you doing in Nashville?” asked Jameson.
    That seemed to strike a chord with the rest of the boys, several making grunting noises as they laughed.
    “We’ve been on a training mission,” said the African-American SEAL.
    “The camp. That terrorist camp. You guys did that?”
    Several of the young men searched the room. The medic put his finger to his lips. “Jameson, you have yourself a nice night. We’ll be on our way.”
    Jameson unhinged himself from the blonde. “Come by tomorrow. Drinks on me. I’ll make sure there’s no cover charge. I’d like to talk to you guys. Seriously, you be here tomorrow—I’m buying. Food, too, if you want.”
    “Sure. We’ll see if we can come back. In the meantime, you take care of Arlen, here. He’s gonna need help standing up and sitting down,” laughed another one of the men.
    “You coming by tomorrow, Red?” the same young man asked.
    She didn’t know what else to do, so she nodded.
    “Well, that does it for me, then. I’ll be here,” the SEAL answered Jameson, winking at Lizzie.
    One by one, each of the men nodded to her, looking her straight in the eyes, not like men who usually hang out in bars. They left the building, leaving Jameson with the blonde, the dark-haired beauty, and herself.
    It was an awkward couple of minutes, until Jameson tipped his hat to the lady at the entrance and then slowly to Lizzie herself. He still didn’t know that she had dreamed about this meeting for years, and that it was over all too soon. Perhaps never to happen again.
    Jameson wound his way through the crowd of tables, arm entwined in the blonde’s waistband, as the dark-haired girl disappeared in the opposite direction, out into the night air. All that was left was Lizzie’s heart beating fiercely in her chest. Everyone was gone, leaving her behind, just like that spring.
    Except this time it was happening in Nashville.

Chapter 5
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    K aren was deserving of more than he had to give her this evening. His mind was stuck on something about the SEALs who came to watch him perform. He was also stuck on the bad