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stupid fucker. Are you okay?”
    Christina blinked. Now that wasn’t something most people asked. Oh, they did ask, but not like that. Not like they meant it. It was always syrupy sweet, unless it was her family asking, and designed more to elicit information than anything.
    But Remy Marchand seemed to mean it.
    “I… Yes, I’m okay.”
    “That’s good, cher. ”
    “Do you want to get some coffee?” she blurted, her heart pattering in her chest.
    Oh God, now wasn’t that a stupid question? He would want to get away from her, not have coffee with her.
    He grinned that sexy grin of his. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
    “Really? You don’t have to say yes because you feel sorry for me. I get that most people do, but I really hate—”
    She didn’t expect him to reach out and touch her, his fingers curving around her neck as he stepped closer and lowered his mouth to hers. The contact of his mouth was shocking, in fact.
    And delicious. He didn’t kiss her hard, didn’t try to shove his tongue into her mouth. He just moved his lips against hers, lightly and sweetly, and she found herself melting against him, her hands coming up to clutch at his T-shirt.
    Her body started tingling again. The wetness between her legs was a surprise only because it happened so fast. She didn’t even know this man. In fact, she should be pushing him away, not pulling him closer.
    Christina made a sound in her throat. It was frustration and need all rolled into one. She wanted him to deepen the kiss, to give her more of him, but he didn’t. He lifted his head, breaking the contact, and she clung to him, suddenly dizzy.
    “I don’t feel sorry for you,” he said, his deep voice a cross between a growl and a caress. “I want to have coffee with you, Christina.”
    She sucked in a breath, ridiculously ready to cry for some reason. Instead, she uncurled her fists from his shirt and tried to smile.
    “Well, then. Coffee.”
    “Yeah, coffee.”
    “Now? Or maybe you’d prefer tomorrow—”
    “Now, cher . I want coffee now. With you, just so you’re clear.”
    “Great. Okay. I’ll get my purse and say good-bye.”
    “Yeah, you do that. Meet you out front in five minutes.”

3
    T hey rode in separate cars and met at a coffee shop tucked away on a side street. They were far enough from Buddy’s that probably no one would find them there. Then again, why did he care if they did?
    It was coffee, for fuck’s sake.
    Remy was still processing that kiss. He didn’t know why he’d kissed her, except that he’d just felt an overwhelming urge to do so. Her lips were sweet and soft, and when she’d clung to him, he’d wanted to squeeze her tight and not let go.
    “So,” she said, running her finger around the rim of her cup, not making eye contact. “Here we are.”
    “Here we are.”
    She looked up a few moments later, puzzlement creasing her forehead. “This is awkward, isn’t it?”
    Remy took a sip of his coffee. Strong and sweet, that’s how he liked it when he had a choice. Out in the field, he’d take it run through a sock if that’s how it had to happen.
    Which sometimes it did.
    “Is it?”
    Her brows drew together. “You aren’t a man of many words, are you?”
    “I can be. Right now I’m busy figuring you out.”
    She snorted. “There’s not much to figure out. My husband dumped me in a very public and humiliating way. It’s still the butt of late-night jokes sometimes. I’m confused and lonely and maybe even a bit desperate.”
    “Desperate?”
    She shrugged, but her gaze dropped again. “You know. For sex. It’s been about nine months now.”
    And didn’t that just make his cock start to harden?
    “Are you normally this blunt?”
    He knew Matt fairly well since the SEALs had joined HOT, but they weren’t teammates. And while Matt was direct and blunt when he had to be, he was a guy. In Remy’s experience, women weren’t usually so forthcoming.
    “Actually, no. And maybe I should be. Maybe if I’d