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overly harsh Dom. She cleared her throat and averted her eyes.
    “Tammer. I’m just Tammer.”
    “Somehow I hardly think you’re just Tammer,” Nina said, warmth crawling along her skin when she glanced up at him and couldn’t manage to look away again before he pierced her very core.
    The man’s eyes could change quicker than she could keep up. And right now they spoke of something which made her heart flip and guilt wash over abraded nerves. Then as if to emphasize the very thing she shouldn’t entertain, he reached out and curled one palm under her jaw, stroked her cheek with his thumb, and that look went even deeper. He stared past her doubts, her fears, her carefully constructed defenses and bore straight into her soul. Only one other man in the world had ever torn her down to her very foundation in a matter of seconds and she was fairly certain that man had established his three rules with the sole intent of keeping her from becoming too emotionally attached to Tammer. But honest to God, if he looked at her very often with that look of heartfelt possession he’d just conjured, she might just have to defy what her head told her and listen to her heart.
    “You’re fifteen minutes past due for nourishment,” he said, breaking the spell and reminding Nina she wasn’t just behind on the speech she’d been working on, she’d now missed dinner. He blinked and when his eyes opened again, the look which had heated Nina from the inside out had disappeared to be replaced by a completely non-descript one she couldn’t place. “Come on, defiance. Time to eat.”
    Not twenty minutes later, Tammer was handing her into a booth in a shadowy corner of a local diner known for their soul food. Nina slid to the center of the bench seat, twisted a couple of times and bounced to get comfortable before taking a cleansing breath. In all honesty, she was grateful for the escape from the house. She’d only been out a few times since Joel had left, mostly to check the mail and get a gallon of ice cream here and there when it struck her at random times he was gone, again, and she felt like crying until there were no more tears. For the past five years he’d spent more time overseas fighting everyone else’s wars than he’d spent at home. In fact, out of those five years, Nina had only seen her husband a handful of weeks between assignments.
    “Was this in my mysterious file?” Nina asked, plucking a menu from between the salt and pepper shakers and flipping it open so she’d have something to look at besides Tammer.
    He was just the consolation prize sent to, well, console she guessed. He was a playmate, not a lover, at least not by her definition. While Joel had given her the freedom to have sex with Tammer, he’d also revoked the acts of intimacy associated with crossing the line from casual fucking to making love. In her mind the love portion of that equation was what defined lover. When Joel decided to stoop to hiring someone to tend to her needs in his absence, had he really assessed what those needs were? Didn’t he realize that while she missed playtime and fucking, she missed making love? Nina missed quiet whispers and kissing. She longed for soft touches and gentle thrusting.
    No, she decided, he’d not thoroughly assessed her needs. Not at all.
    Another trickle of guilt made its way across her heart. When had she begun to resent Joel’s career and his commitment to the Corps?
    “If you mean your love of soul food, yes,” Tammer said, laying his menu to the side. “This place in particular, no. Is this acceptable?”
    “You’re in charge, you tell me,” she snapped before realizing it was entirely possible she was taking her frustrations with her relationship with Joel out on the person he’d sent to try to repair things. At least that’s what she was beginning to believe. This was Joel’s peace offering. With her eyes closed, Nina took a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know