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fantastical adventure, a safari through the wild jungles of Africa.  Only she wouldn’t be admiring the Western Lowland gorillas swinging from tropical tree to tree. She would be hiding in the thick bush, using the foliage as camouflage, creating a natural barrier between herself and the most maddening marine on the planet.  
    Who was she kidding? There was no way to avoid him in the light of day when she hadn’t even managed to dodge him under the dark of night. He had invaded her dreams and consumed her body in the wee hours of morning.  During fitful sleep, she had felt his hands caressing her skin, roaming all over, making a study of each curve, each dip and valley.  His lips trailed close behind, setting her skin on fire with pent-up passions and long-neglected desires.
    Wetting a washcloth with cold water, she wiped it across her cheeks, then pressed it to her forehead.  She had to get a grip on herself.  She was here for the campers.  To fulfill a two-week commitment.  Then she could leave these tick-infested woods.  Walk away from the hottest-assed marine to ever live and forget all the longings he had awakened inside her. 
    Quickly, she tugged on a pair of khaki shorts, a pink V-neck top and a pair of white Keds tennis shoes, no socks.  Securing her chestnut brown hair into a loose ponytail, she checked her look in the mirror.  Not too bad , she thought to herself. 
    The outfit and the casual hairdo made her look eighteen instead of twenty-eight.  The soft, pink cotton T-shirt complimented the healthy glow in her cheeks.  Her skin had always been creamy and flawless like her mother’s.  Blythe was thankful for good genes.  With no need for foundation or blush, she brushed a touch of mascara onto the tips of her already long, thick lashes.  A quick smear of mauve-colored lipstick accentuated her cute, pouty, bowtie lips.
    For a woman who wanted to lay low for two weeks, do her time and get out, she sure was making a fuss over her appearance.  Admittedly, she wanted to look her best in case she happened to run into a certain someone.  Not that it mattered how she looked, she wouldn’t get involved with a marine.  She couldn’t bear to live like she had before—terrified, never knowing what horror she would face from one day to the next. 
     
    SEAN WAS GRITTING HIS teeth.  The bugle had sounded fifteen minutes ago, and still Blythe was nowhere in sight.  The rest of the staff was standing at attention before him, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, awaiting his orders.  Turning his attention to Shelly, he growled, “Go get her.”
    “Sir! Yes, sir!” Shelly shouted.  She couldn’t help but giggle at his gruffness as she scurried off to retrieve her bestie.  Shelly had known Sean all of her life, and his tough exterior didn’t fool her one bit.  Sure, he was a lethal warrior.  Of that, she had no doubt.  She wasn’t privy to his classified missions but knew being a SOCS was crazy dangerous.  Special ops was not for the weak of mind, body or spirit. 
    Sergeant Warrington would willingly fight to his last breath in order to preserve the freedoms most people took for granted on a daily basis.  To protect his country and the people he loved. 
    But underneath all his hard armor beat a heart bigger than all outdoors.  And what made it beat the loudest and strongest were the kids who would be showing up at Camp Semper Fi this afternoon. All of them were sweet sixteens—juvenile delinquents, one conviction away from long-term imprisonment.  Their lives had been anything but sweet. 
    Sean would turn things around for them.  She had seen him do it countless times.  He had a gift.  A magic that transcended all logic.  He took what was broken and made it whole again.  He instilled worth and esteem where none had existed before.  He fortified and strengthened what fear and hate had weakened.  His success rate with the troubled teens who attended his camp was one hundred percent.