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fuckin’ bastards, but I wouldn’t like to think we were a threat to everybody we run across.”
    “That might not come up. We aren’t out of the woods, yet,” Mac said dryly. He glanced toward the door of the cabin then, trying to decide whether the woman had had time to dress yet and finally decided she had. Striding to the door, he tapped on it. “You dressed?”
    He heard a grunt of exertion from inside the room. “Not yet! Just a minute!”
    Shaking his head, he stepped back and kicked the door in. As he’d suspected, her ass was framed in the porthole in the bow of the boat above the bed. Crossing the cabin in two strides, he caught her by the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and dragged her back in. She surprised him by putting up a fight. The moment he’d dragged her upper body back inside, she whirled on him. He caught both wrists as she swung at him and pitched both of them back onto the bed, pinning her beneath him and manacling her wrists on either side of her head.
    “Don’t piss me off, woman!” he growled. “You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad.”
    Sylvie stopped struggling to buck him off of her abruptly—not because of the warning in his voice or even because she’d run out of steam. She was frightened enough adrenaline was pumping through her at about ninety miles an hour.
    It was the change in his expression and the hard ridge rising against her mound that finally filtered into her frantic mind and set off warning bells. Gasping for breath, she went perfectly still. He studied her face for a long, long moment, breathing raggedly, but she didn’t think for a moment that it was from overexerting himself in trying to subdue her. His weight alone was enough to do that when he seemed to be solid muscle from the neck down.
    Almost as if he couldn’t control it, he curled his hips into hers. A faint tremor went through him.
    “You’re gonna hurt her,” Hawk growled from the door.
    Mac tensed but he didn’t glance at Hawk. “Don’t do that again. Understand? I wouldn’t mind, at all, tying you to this bunk and giving you something else to think about.”
    Sylvie swallowed with an effort, nodding jerkily.
    To her relief, he eased off of her. Instead of getting off the bed, though, he sat up, 15
    propped his back against the wall and causally adjusted the raging erection tenting his military fatigues.
    Drawn by the motion of his hand, Sylvie watched him, staring at the bulge until it suddenly dawned on her what she was doing. She flicked a quick glance at his face then, feeling her face heat. To her surprise, he was staring stonily at the other man standing in the doorway.
    Relieved that he didn’t seem to have noticed her fascination with his ‘problem’, Sylvie sat up and put a little distance between them. “What were you doing out here?”
    Sylvie blinked at him. Fortunately, she’d gone over and over her lie all day. It spilled out before she considered changing it. “I’m on vacation with some friends. They were scuba diving, but I decided to wait for them on the boat.”
    He sent her a sardonic look. “That’s the story you cooked up to serve if anybody asked you what you were doing there?”
    Sylvie reddened. “It’s the truth,” she said without conviction.
    “No scuba gear on board,” Hawk said.
    Sylvie sent him a resentful look. “I told you they were diving. They took it with them.”
    “You haven’t been diving before, have you?” Mac said, amusement threading his voice.
    She gaped at him. “No,” she said cautiously.
    “Well, thing is, there’d be extra tanks—all sorts of spare gear. There’d be a large tank to refill the swim tanks.”
    “There would?”
    “So, how many friends were diving?”
    Sylvie blinked at him, trying to remember how many people she was supposed to pick up. “Uh … six.”
    “Wrong. I found clothes for nine different people.”
    Sylvie folded her lips together. This wasn’t going well at all. She thought, maybe, it