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this. He snarled and wished he had a voice like the drill sergeant that woke them every day during basic training. This student was a fucking lazy screw up, and he needed to show his woman some respect. He would not let him prance around his woman’s house buck-naked. He ignored that fact that Kirsten hadn’t exactly agreed to be his, but that wasn’t the point at the moment.
    First things first. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to turn Kristen around. She didn’t comply. Knowing he had little to no control over her, he barked out orders. “Put clothes on right now, Marine, and report back here.”
    The startled man saluted with a terse, “Yes, sir.” His penis flopped as he executed a perfect about face toward the guest bedrooms.
    Kirsten giggled. “That was unexpected.”
    His blood boiled, and even though he knew it was a slight bit of misplaced jealousy, he couldn’t control it. The man had disrupted his morning with Kirsten, and the day had seemed to be improving. “He’s going to get some shit for that. Yelling at your friend like he was in a barn.”
    From the bewildered look on Kirsten’s face, she didn’t get his annoyance. In fact, she completely rejected it. “Relax. He could have been getting her one, too.”
    Duff snarled. “Can we discuss this outside?”
    “Now you don’t want to see him?” She planted her hands on her hips with fists. Not a good sign. “You told him to report back here.”
    A snort escaped from his nose. He had to try better to control his anger. This had taken him offline, like he’d lost his hydraulics. Last time that happened, he ended up knocked out from a crash landing in Iraqi territory. That helped him focus, knowing he wasn’t in mortal danger. He didn’t need to worry about enemies. He was with friends. “It’s why I don’t want to talk about this in here.”
    “Fine.” She rolled her eyes and headed out the back door.
    The whoosh of the waves against the white, sandy shore soothed him a little. He’d just been thinking that she was the one waffling between choices, and here he was having misplaced anger. “I don’t like him. He’s the kind that causes fuck ups. Big ones.”
    She shook her head. Her face screwed up into confusion. “What? So, this isn’t about him prancing naked around my house?”
    “Yes and no.” He strode away from her, did an about face, and tried to explain without the jealousy part. “I know this one. He’s getting lazy in flight training. Thinks he can play around. He’ll be on a fast track to flunking out if he keeps it up, or if I find out he’s treating women like crap.”
    “Johnathan Quinn Duffy, you sound like my father. You can’t tell this man what to do outside of his duties.”
    Duff squared his shoulders. He had every right to tell the man to stay away from Kirsten’s house, and if that meant staying away from her roommate, so be it. A superior officer could give a lower rank shit whenever he wanted. He just usually didn’t, but this guy was intruding on his territory. “The hell I can’t. If he’s acting in a manner unbecoming of an officer, I can, and I will. How else will he learn?”
    “You didn’t just say that. Tell me you didn’t say that.” She puffed out her chest and advanced on him. “You’d have no idea what he was doing in my house unless I asked you into it. So, unless you’d like to turn your ass right around, quit with the superiority thing.”
    “I don’t want that punk near you. You’re mine.”
    “Oh, no, you fucking don’t.” If he wanted her to pull out her tough side, she would damn well give it to him. “My house. My rules. I may still toss him out on his bare ass, but that’s my decision.”
    “He’s my student.”
    “Then teach him somewhere else.” Kirsten wanted to poke his chest, but she remembered her father motivating people to move with just his presence and words. She squared her shoulders and snarled. “I am not yours. You need to back off or go