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“You’re gorgeous. You just seem to avoid anything to do with men or having fun in general. You’re only thirty-two years old, but you act like you’re a senior citizen. Are you gay?”
    Angie choked on her drink. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as the beer burned a path from her mouth to her nose and threatened to spray the table like a fire hose.
    “No!” She coughed and then sucked in air.
    The buxom redhead stood and whacked her on the back several times, providing absolutely no help whatsoever. Instead, pain radiated between her shoulder blades. For being such a girly-girl, Susan was amazingly strong.
    “It’s okay if you are. I experimented in college, so I completely get it. But I prefer sausage over tacos, you know what I mean? If I didn’t, I would have hit on you ages ago. You’re totally my type.”
    Thwack, thwack, thwack.
    Unable to breathe or speak, Angie raised her splayed hand in the air to get her friend to stop. After a final jarring clout, Susan returned to her stool.
    “Are you going to be okay? Your face looks like a tortured tomato.”
    Nodding, Angie forced herself to relax and open her airways while swallowing her gulp of beer. The liquid felt like a solid brick sliding painfully down her throat.
    Peering around to see if everyone in the bar now looked at her wasn’t necessary. Their stares bore into the center of her back.
    So much for not drawing attention to yourself. Why not jump up and do a song and dance while you have everyone’s interest? Keep this up and someone’s bound to recognize you.
    “You think we can discuss something other than laying pipes, hoo-has, and being gay? I’d like to enjoy my beer without spilling it over the table or spitting it up.” Angie swallowed another drink to push down the previous gulp.
    “This is exactly what I’m talking about. What single woman in her thirties doesn’t talk about sex? I mean, seriously. I—”
    Susan stopped mid-sentence, and her eyes grew as big and round as Petri dishes. Angie turned, following the direction of her friend’s stare. A groan, soft and drawn out, blew from her lips. Despite the compulsion to duck under the table, her butt remained firmly on the stool. Her shoulders, however, drooped with the weight of resignation.
    Midas, the cocky SEAL who refused take no for an answer, was back in Rota and stood in the pub’s entrance only yards away with another man she’d seen before. The two blocked the only exit to the bar, making the possibility of escaping another uncomfortable confrontation with the SEAL next to hopeless.
    She wanted to kick herself. Within minutes, the big galoot would be asking her out again. And once again, she would say no. Had she not let her guard down and allowed herself a night on the town, she could have avoided this extremely awkward situation. Instead, she sat trapped in a corner of O’Malley’s pub with her friend, who would like nothing better than to hook her up with an eligible man, including and especially a good-looking glory-hound military man.
    Could there be anyone worse?

Chapter Three
    With her hair cut so short, bowing her head and letting the long locks drape around her face simply wasn’t an option. As much as hiding from the SEAL grated against her nerves, doing so would give her a few minutes to collect her wits and formulate a plan to leave the bar unnoticed. If only the man could get it through his dense skull she had no interest in seeing him, going out with him or taking him to bed.
    Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
    The way her heart sped up and her pussy clenched during their many unexpected run-ins on base or in town provided evidence of the opposite. The mere presence of the roguish member from the Special Forces violently shook awake a sexual awareness she preferred stay in a perpetual coma.
    As badly as her body wanted a night of down and dirty sex with a hot stranger, she mustn’t give in to the carnal compulsion. The days of carefree fucks in