![]() ![]() * * * Life as Navy SEAL doesn't exactly prepare you for normality. Yeah, it's a conflict as old as humanity itself, but it's brand new for me. Experience and instincts are telling me to run from Zane Badd as fast as possible, but my heart and my body are telling me to stay, to hold on and not let go. He's a warrior through and through, hard, muscular, gorgeous, tenacious, and yet oddly tender toward me. It's not in my nature, and if life has taught me anything, it's to not trust anyone, least of all men like Zane. And the trouble with me is, even if I could hold onto a man like Zane, I wouldn't know what to do with him. The trouble with Zane isn't getting him, it's keeping him. By the time I had his brother patched, Zane and I were both covered in blood, and I knew I had to have him. His tuxedo fit him like he'd been sewn into it, and his eyes reflected the fury and the hardness of a combat veteran, but when he looked at me, he just.softened. ![]() I don't think I even saw the guy whose leg I tended to, not really. ![]() So when I hear someone shout MEDIC training just kicks in. ![]() "item_description" : "I was a Sixty-Eight Whiskey-a combat medic. ![]()
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