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were honest, he’d admit oftentimes she went above and
     beyond.
    She was a damn good shot, and as much as it bruised his ego, he’d never engage her
     in an outright shoot-off. She’d probably smoke his ass and he’d never live it down.
    He rubbed his hands down his jeans and drummed his thumb over his knee.
    “How the fuck long does this take anyway?” he grumbled.
    The door to the adjoining room opened, and Donovan stepped out adorned in a swanky
     tux and shiny, expensive-ass shoes, and his hair looked like it had some sort of gel
     in it.
    Whistles went up and Donovan rolled his eyes.
    “Damn man, you look good,” Dolphin crowed.
    “Where’s P.J.?” Steele asked. “We need to move out in a few minutes if we’re going
     to stay on schedule.”
    Donovan turned and reached behind him. A moment later, he pulled P.J. out to stand
     beside him. The entire room went dead silent.
    Cole damn near swallowed his tongue. Ho-ly fuck.
    P.J. looked like a goddamn million dollars. She was wearing a dress that gave a whole
     new definition to
little black dress
. And hell but it was little. Tiny!
    It fit snugly at her hips and clung to her thighs, stopping several inches above her
     knees. The top had a scooped neck that gave an impressive glimpse of her cleavage.
     The soft mounds rose temptingly just at the neckline but gave enough mystery to make
     a man really want to tug just a little at that top.
    Her hair was upswept and tendrils escaped down her cheeks and at her nape, giving
     her a soft, feminine look that had Cole groaning. Diamonds hung from her ears. Hell,
     he hadn’t even known her ears were pierced. Around her neck was a simple diamond pendant
     that said expensive but elegant and not overstated.
    Around her wrist she wore a dazzling bracelet that grabbed the light and bounced it
     back. Her nails. She even had fingernails for the occasion. Perfectly manicured and
     painted shiny red to match the splash of color on her lips.
    Her eyelashes were long, accentuating startling green eyes, and he was gratified to
     see that other than lipstick and mascara, they hadn’t done much else. She didn’t need
     a lot of makeup. She was just fine the way she was.
    But the pièce de résistance was her . . . legs.
    Holy hell in a bucket. Donovan had said this Nelson guy went for killer legs, and
     Cole knew from personal experience that P.J. had a very nice set, but seeing her in
     heels and that short dress?
    He wiped at his mouth to make sure there was no drool or that he wasn’t gaping.
    She was stacked. Toned from a strict exercise regimen. Her legs were a thing of beauty,
     and he didn’t have to think hard to remember how they’d felt wrapped around him while
     he was sliding into her over and over.
    Sweat beaded his brow just as the room erupted in reaction to seeing P.J.
    “Dayum!” Baker exclaimed. “Holy shit, P.J., you’re hot!”
    She grimaced and Cole could see the nervousness in her eyes. Her discomfort was obvious.
     She didn’t like being in the limelight.
    Dolphin whistled and grinned. “Van was totally right. You clean up good, girl!”
    Renshaw added a catcall of his own.
    “You look beautiful, P.J.,” Steele said in his calm, unruffled tone.
    Beautiful? Hell, she was fucking gorgeous. But Cole liked her just fine in camo with
     face paint on. He’d fantasized more than a few times about taking her to bed, stripping
     off her fatigues and getting her face paint all over both of them.
    “You got nothing to say, Cole?” Dolphin asked incredulously. “She looks sa-weet!”
    Cole cleared his throat and then saw the desperate look in P.J.’s eyes. It annoyed
     him. She should know him better than to think he’d let on what had happened between
     them. Not that he gave a damn. Right about now, he’d like to have a stamp that said
     “Mine, stay the hell away” to put right on her forehead.
    “You look killer, P.J.”
    “Thanks, guys,” she said in a low voice.
    “Okay, here’s how