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glanced over at them. “They the ones you saved my life with?”
    “Yes.” She touched his hair. She’d been the base’s unofficial hairdresser. It hadn’t been her profession before, just something she’d dabbled with, but she’d had enough practice lately to get pretty good at it.
    Besides, no one was too fussy about their hairstyle in the middle of an alien invasion.
    “Don’t worry. I cleaned them off really well.” She ran her hands through the dark strands of his hair. It was far softer and silkier than she’d imagined. He had a dash of gray at each temple that looked smart and distinguished. It suited him outrageously.
    Liberty shook her head. Smart and distinguished had never been her thing. It had always been muscles, firm butts, and brawny arms. Even her bastard ex-husband—may his soul rot in hell—had been a personal trainer, and even though she hated him, the man had still looked good.
    Adam Holmes was nothing like any man she’d ever been with before.
    She got to work snipping his hair. She wasn’t going to cut it back to military short. It actually suited him a little longer. She’d just tidy him up a bit.
    His head leaned forward a bit. Studying the length of his dark strands, she rested her hands on his shoulders.
    She felt the hard knots and the tension radiating off him. How could he function like this? He had to be in agony.
    She finished the cut and set her scissors down. Then she pressed her hands to his shoulders.
    He groaned before he caught himself. “What are you doing?”
    “How the hell do you get through the day with muscles tensed up harder than rock?”
    “I do what I have to do.” But his head fell forward again, baring his neck to her.
    She dug her fingers in, working the hard knots.
    “God…that is so good.”
    She smiled and kept working away the tension. She moved down a little, his shirt fabric slipping under her fingers and getting in the way. She could feel that his shoulder blades were tense as well.
    “Take off the shirt. It’ll make it easier.”
    He paused. “I’m not sure…”
    She dug her fingers in hard. “Worried I’ll take advantage of you, General?”
    He made a scoffing sound. “I’m hardly your type…and I’m too old for you.”
    She laughed. “I’m thirty-five, Adam, and you’re hardly ancient. Now act like an adult and take your shirt off.”
    He looked back over his shoulder, studied her, then stood. His head brushed the top of the truck. He quickly worked the buttons free. Then he shrugged and the shirt fell to the floor.
    Liberty stilled, her breath catching in her chest.
    He was…built.
    She hadn’t expected the hard, firm, and sleek muscles. He wasn’t bulky like some of the soldiers, but there was definitely strength and a delicious hardness no woman could ignore.
    “You’ve been holding out on me, General.”
     

Chapter Three
    Adam sat very still, listening to Liberty’s quiet breathing behind him. He felt like her presence filled up the entire space.
    He heard the interest in her voice, and temptation swirled around him like the scent of his favorite coffee. He hadn’t had a cup of double-shot, white-chocolate mocha since the invasion, and was unlikely to ever have it again.
    He clamped his hands on the edge of the stool beneath him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
    A smooth hand slid over his shoulder, reaching over to stroke one side of his chest.
    “Oh, I think you do.” Her nails scratched over his pec. “Who knew you were hiding all this under your starched uniforms?”
    Her touch felt so good and he closed his eyes. “Like I said, I’m hardly your type.”
    “Oh?” Her hand stilled. “And what’s my type?” Her voice was low, silky, and just a little dangerous.
    Adam swallowed to wet his dry throat. “Anyone you want. You’re young, confident, attractive.”
    She stepped in front of him and against his better judgment, his gaze moved to her cleavage. She’d left a few buttons of her blue shirt