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doing the Mardi Gras of happy dances at the idea of a one-night stand with John. She’d never had fantasies like this. She wanted John with an intensity that wasn’t normal. Maybe she should be thinking about that instead of just going with her gut.
    Meanwhile, her brother was relentless. “Fine. You’re tungsten steel, but he’s just lost his father. He’s here to get his mother settled before heading back out. Don’t mess with a guy’s head before he goes back to war. It’s not fair. Worse, it’s dangerous.”
    Shit. She hated it when her brother was right. In all her lustful fantasies about John, she hadn’t stopped to think about him going back to Afghanistan. His mother talked about him coming home for good. About him finishing his tour and settling down in Jacksonville. But now that she thought about it, she hadn’t heard him say he was staying home. And after the welcome home bit, that had always been the next question: what are your plans now? She hadn’t been the one asking, of course. She’d gotten the feeling he was avoiding her. But she’d certainly listened in. And his answer had always been about his plans to fix up his mother’s house. Weed the garden and fix the porch, that kind of thing.
    Shit. Her brother was right. She had to find out what he was planning before she followed through on the promise of that kiss. And damn if that didn’t set her whole body to pouting.
    Meanwhile, her brother couldn’t resist adding the last word. “You’ve got to try and think clearly. You’re too old to be leaping before you look.”
    Thankfully, he was just pulling into her apartment complex so she doubted he saw the finger she gave in response.
    …
    John parked his mother’s shit car and looked about the parking lot at Lawrence High School. The neighborhood had been going downhill when he’d attended the school, but now it was downright scary. Or perhaps his security experience just gave him a different perspective. Either way, the open campus high school looked like a disaster waiting to happen. Suicide bombers, IEDs, disgruntled employees—any one of them could have a field day here. Of course, no one expected insurgents in Jacksonville, Florida, and he was clearly being paranoid. Still, he couldn’t help but look at all the kids milling around and envision what types of weapons hid beneath the sports jerseys and baggy jeans.
    Clearly civilian life wasn’t for him. Just as a certain petite brunette was making him think of explosive devices. Because that’s what he felt like. He’d been going along with a nice career and a good life when bam, one night home and he kisses her. A single hot kiss that destroyed his sleep and made him itchy whenever he thought about her. Like he was dying to strip naked and rub himself all over her. And on top of her. And between her thighs.
    God, he couldn’t wait to get back to a war zone where he felt in control.
    But he wasn’t at Bagram Air Base. He was here, returning dishes to her because his mother had begged him to do the errand. She’d given him directions like he couldn’t find his old high school all by himself and then told him where her classroom was. Second floor facing the back. Hell, he’d probably find her by scent alone. Citrus and Alea. His nose had been dreaming about the scent since last night.
    And how ridiculous was this? He was Air Force Security. And yet here he was, hiding out in a beat-up VW, afraid of what might happen if he brought a couple of platters to a high school geometry teacher. If his squadron could see him now, he’d be laughed out of the military.
    With a muttered curse, he grabbed the dishes and headed into the school. Very little had changed since he was here last, except that the kids all seemed younger, the hallways dirtier, and no one recognized him. He’d left high school as a football star. And it wasn’t until he got into the military that he realized exactly how little that meant to anyone, including