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behind his unsuspecting victims. His booming laugh when she jumped out of her skin, repeatedly, was infectious, and she could never stay mad at him.
    And then there was Judge, also known as Richard Hollingsworth. He was Reaper’s best friend in high school. Of course, she didn’t know his real name then. That came later…much later. But she remembered seeing him there on that base. He wasn’t part of Reaper’s direct team, but the friendship was still evident.
    S he quickly learned her way around the unmarked tents. Though the team had already been sent out on assignment a couple of times, she wasn’t allowed to go with them, and they weren’t allowed to talk about their top-secret missions. So, she kept to the generic questions of why they had chosen this path and how they prepared mentally and physically. She asked questions about their standard equipment, the types of terrain they had been deployed in, and how long they had worked together as a team. They gave just enough information for her to write her article, but not enough to win any great awards.
    One night, after a mission had obviously went very well, there was a small celebration in the 1st SFOD-D tent. The chairs and cots had been moved to the sides , and a makeshift dance floor was laid out.  One man used his MP3 player to play DJ. They used footlockers as coolers, with beer bottles chilling on ice, and someone had put snacks in various locations throughout the tent. Others from the base joined in the revelry and enjoyed a “night on the town,” in the middle of nowhere. It was all in good fun and allowed everyone to experience a little bit of home.
    Brianna and Reaper had enjoyed light, playful flirting over the past couple of weeks. It was never anything too overt. He said or did things that were just embarrassing enough to make her blush from time to time. Then he would comment on how he loved to see her blush, because of him. She remembered his playful, teasing laugh every time, and hearing it rumble through his massive chest only made it that much worse for her. 
    The music was rocking and everyone was having a great time. At first, Brianna wasn’t going to attend , because she didn’t want to intrude. At the insistence of others, she thought it would be rude to not go, so she reluctantly agreed. Reaper was leaning against a post inside the tent, holding his chilled beer bottle, and laughing at someone’s poor attempt at a popular dance move. Brianna had just stepped into the tent and was clapping and cheering the performer on, along with the others. 
    The song ended and the DJ put on a slow song.  Brianna was talking with one of the female soldiers , as her eyes grazed over the crowd. She saw Reaper looking at her, and his lips curled into a sensuous smile while mischief danced in his chocolate brown eyes.  She felt a flitter in her chest that settled low in her abdomen, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from his.  She felt a smile creep across her face, despite any attempt to keep it inside. Oh, he knew what he did to her insides all right. He turned them to liquid. Hot liquid at that.
    Oh God, he’s coming this way!
    Reaper pushed against the pole and stood, facing Brianna, then made his way across the floor to her. She stood still, as if rooted to the floor, unable to move as he made his way through the crowd with ease. Like a panther on the prowl , she thought. 
    “ Want to dance?” 
    “Sure.” She hoped she at least sounded calm , because inside she was anything but calm. This man just made her nervous inside, but in a very good way.
    He took her hand and led her to the dance floor , then wrapped his strong arms around her waist.  She hooked her hands behind his neck, and he pulled her closer to his massive body. She liked the way she fit against him, pliable under his touch, and seemed to just meld with his own body. She tried to think of something else – anything else - before she made a complete fool of herself.
    She