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here, not an injury that took some stitches to close.” He gritted his teeth and pushed back the blankets. She looked horrified that he was actually going to stand.
    â€œDexter...maybe you should rethink this...”
    He gave her a firm gaze with those intense blue eyes and his mouth tightened. “Nope. I want to see Ty before he’s shipped off to Germany. I kinda need that myself. Could you indulge me here? Give a wounded warrior a hand?”
    â€œA wounded warrior, huh?” she said, giving him a hard, I’m-on-to-your-plan-mister stare. At his innocent look, she sighed and huffed out a short laugh at his obvious manipulation, as if she was well aware he was just like any other hardheaded man. He grinned at her and, even though his side protested rather loudly, swung his legs and set his feet on the floor.
    She moved to his side and helped him stand. She smelled really good, like some kind of floral fragrance and the essential female scent that he’d missed since being deployed two hundred and twenty days out of the year. It eased some of the pain to have this strong woman helping him.
    She slipped her arm around his waist, covered in the flimsy gown, and accidentally threaded right through the opening in the back to his bare skin.
    Hoo-rah , that surely made him realize that all his parts were still working as nature intended. He was well aware that her hand was only inches away from his completely buck-naked ass.
    He was going to chalk up his hard-on to adrenaline overload, deployment and being male.
    â€œOh, the joy of hospital gowns.”
    Even raw, he chuckled, thinking that was the way the world worked. The living kept on living, moving forward and letting go. Not just yet, but with time, he would. Damn if he wasn’t liking her even more. “Robe’s over there,” he said as she kept her arm around him and stretched to reach the garment on the chair. She snagged it and helped him into it, wisely leaving it unbelted.
    â€œYou’re cool under fire, huh?”
    They slowly headed for the door, dragging the IV stand with them. “I’m a lawyer’s daughter and come from a long line of politicians. My two brothers, one older and one younger gave me a run for my money, too. So, I hold my own. I’ll arm wrestle you once you’re 100 percent. I would never take advantage of a wounded warrior .”
    At the door, he huffed a laugh. “Ah, caught in the middle, were you? I have the distinct pleasure to be the baby. I have an older brother...”
    â€œRussell—nickname Rock—former RECON marine, tough son of a bitch, owns Rockface, a sporting goods store. He and his best friend, Tristan Michaels, run it. He was also a former RECON marine. Engaged to an NCIS agent, Amber. Do you want me to go on?”
    â€œWow. You know a lot about me,” he said as two agents fell into step behind them, keeping a discreet distance.
    â€œYou are Tyler’s favorite subject.”
    He had to stop moving as the affection—brotherly love—he held for Tyler churned him up all over again. His chest expanded with the rush of ragged emotion blindsiding him.
    â€œWe can rest if you’d like,” she said solemnly. “I didn’t mean to make this harder, Dexter. It’s just that Tyler loves you as much as our brother, Edward, and me, I think. You’ll have to become an honorary Keighley, for sure.”
    He turned his head away and massaged his eyes, but it was clear she’d already seen the effect her words had on him. He had to get control of himself before he saw Tyler. He didn’t want to make it any worse for him. He had listened to Ty talk about his sister and her strength throughout all the hardship their family had endured over the past three years, especially with her losing her husband and child. It was as if he knew this woman.
    â€œThat is for sure. I’m racking my brain, trying to remember if I told Ty about any of