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promised to give myself time to get past some stuff before I got involved with anyone.” He wasn’t looking at her. He’d ducked into the kitchen, and she heard the oven rack screech with movement.
    Rebecca didn’t know what to say to that. She was more than mortified. If only the futon would open up and swallow her whole. “OK.”
    He returned. “No, not OK. You make me want to break that promise.” Manny looked unsure of what to do with himself, shifting his weight and completely unsatisfied with any place he put his hands.
    Right then, Rebecca knew that Manny suffered with a broken heart. She also knew that she wanted to help him mend it, but only if she could find a way to be the right medicine. At that moment, he looked more tortured than he had before.
    “We can stop. It was just a kiss.” Liar. It wasn’t anything less than epic.
    Manny frowned at her, but the pinched expression passed as fast as it came. “I’m making a salad too. Do you like tomatoes?”
    Rebecca was taken aback by his shift. She wanted to run over to him and take his broken heart into her tender loving care, to nurture him with kisses and slurps and—hell—with the kind of suction down low a Dyson would be jealous about. But she also felt a need to respect his wishes. They’d only just met. What business did she have expecting anything from him? Just because she wanted to get him naked didn’t mean that was what was going to happen.
    She’d follow his lead. “Sure, I love tomatoes.”
    He smiled at her then, and Rebecca couldn’t help but feel rewarded. Clearly Manny needed time. But exactly when was the last occasion she’d seen a guy want to take things slow? Hmmm…that would have been about a year past never.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Manny tried to appear as though he wasn’t watching her, stealing glances at Rebecca through the pass-through as she washed up the last of the dishes. She’d insisted on doing it, as if another protest from him would result in something close to a tantrum. He knew to be afraid of sentences that didn’t have an ending: “If you don’t let me clean up after that amazing meal you fed me…” She’d even brandished the spatula at him.
    Nope, not going there. Manny recognized a fight that he couldn’t win when he saw it. Now, he couldn’t wait for her to finish, so they could watch some TV together, like they’d done the night before. Nothing special, but damn if he wasn’t itching for her to get those pretty legs curled up next to him. It was crazy, but he missed her. Why had he pushed her away when his cock knew what it wanted?
    Because his heart was tied up in someone else’s knot. A few hours earlier Kyle had only kissed him on the cheek and his body had all but caught fire. But Rebecca’s kiss had washed over him like a warm bath. He could soak in the sweetness he’d discovered in her. The soft coos she made when his tongue stroked against hers had made him want to know if they’d be louder once it stroked her clit.
    Fuck, he was still hard. So why not slip behind her at the sink and press his cock into the cleft of that gorgeous ass, cup those perky breasts into his hands and tell her how much he wanted to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had?
    Ninety days. Twenty-five more to go.
    As flirtatious as he could be, Manny had never been one to sleep around. Not that he had any lack of opportunities, but he wasn’t the type to do anything half-assed. If he was going to make love to someone, he wanted to feel it in more than just his dick. Anything less than real just wasn’t worth his time.
    The thing with Kyle didn’t fit into either category. With all the sneaking and hiding, how real could it have been? In the middle of a war, thousands of miles away, they’d discovered a part of each other that for Manny became wholly addictive. His chest ached thinking about their narrow escapes from ground fire, finding themselves high on being alive and then horny as hell. The first