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Lara wrinkled her nose and gave a delicate shudder before shaking her head. “I told you before, I don’t want to see Phillip. So margaritas are fine,” she stated. She made a show of glancing at the bedside clock. “And you’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.”
Shit.
Dominic headed for the shower.
He made it to the door when Lara called out, “You all have nicknames?”
“Yeah.” He glanced over his shoulder.
“Yours?”
“Auntie,” he said with a grin. He wasn’t ashamed. He was damned good at guiding and advising, and a lovable cuss to boot.
Lara’s laugh said she got it. Then her smile dimmed. “And my brother’s?”
“Sir.”
“Sir?” She frowned. “Because he’s your superior officer?”
“Nope. He’s been Sir since he joined the SEALs.”
He didn’t elaborate.
He didn’t have to.
She called him Prince Perfect.
The team called him Sir.
Same difference.
Dominic headed into the shower wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
Reuniting Lara—who was hot, sexy and incredibly fascinating, but prickly as hell with a hard candy shell—with Sir, Yes, Sir, who had no interest in connections of any kind, as far as Dominic could tell, would be right next to impossible.
But another thing Auntie was good at besides fixing everything up just right?
Doing the impossible and making it look easy.
Something to remember.
11
Wow, Lara. You have the best luck with hot guys.
Sucks about getting fired, but hey, a couple weeks of hot sex is worth it.
Of course you’re welcome to crash at my place until you have a new apt and/or job.
See you next week—don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Christi
LARA REREAD THE email for the fifth time, tapping her finger on the laptop keys, but still didn’t respond.
Did she have the best luck?
Or the worst?
She definitely had a pattern: find hot guy, have a wild affair, turn her life upside down. Get screwed over and left alone.
Not that she figured Dominic was going to screw her over and leave. Just because every other guy she’d been involved with had, that didn’t mean he would, too. That wasn’t his style. Dominic was a great guy. She might have had bad taste in flings in the past. But she had to have faith that she wasn’t stupid enough to actually fall in love with a guy that wrong. Was she?
Lara glanced at the bed, images of their incredible sexy times flashing through her mind. That wasn’t all they had, though. They had fun together. They had a lot in common, from fitness habits to favorite food to taste in music.
And he accepted her. No judgment, no snarky comments about her being a dancer or her dream of being a security tech.
Shaking off the weird mood, Lara saved the email without replying.
Since she wasn’t sure when, exactly, she’d be back in Reno, she’d answer it after she talked to Dominic.
Not about their relationship, of course. At least, not out loud. She wasn’t that needy. Nope, she just needed to find out when he was tapping Phillip for the money he said he’d owe her so she could cover her trip home.
Shaking off the feeling that she’d just put a mental deadline on her time with Dominic, Lara tapped the keys to open the final project she’d turned in that morning, wishing she still had it to work on.
She looked around the room, needing a distraction.
Before she had to look very far, she heard the hotel room door shut and grinned.
Yay. Distraction was here.
She glanced down at her jeans and light sweater, wishing she was dressed a little sexier. But hey, she could be naked in ten seconds flat, and that was sexy enough.
“Hi,” she greeted when Dominic finally walked through the bedroom door. She frowned when he shut it behind him. What? He’d gone shy? “I thought you’d be tied up until evening.”
“I snagged some time,” he told her, grinning. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Delighted, Lara smiled. This was getting to be a habit. He never had gotten around to telling her what the surprise was yesterday. First she’d distracted him, then he’d distracted her. Then, thankfully, he’d been called on duty last night, so they’d had to postpone his little friendly get-together with his buddies.
Her smile faded a little. That meet and greet was supposed to be postponed to next week. It couldn’t be his surprise, could it?
“Does the surprise involve whipped cream or strawberry jelly licked off each other’s bodies?” she teased, figuring it never hurt to lay the groundwork in case she needed a little distraction.
Besides, she loved the image it invoked.
