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probably at the bare breasts pool. Dante, who was finally crawling out from under a rock named Divorce, offered Cade a quick slap on the back before disappearing behind the trees separating the topless area from the other pools. Jack was tempted to join him, but the only tits he wished to see were covered in a black and white polka dot bikini.
    Natalie must have missed the itsy-bitsy bikini memo, because hers looked like something women wore in the fifties. Her suit matched Lucia’s in style, but Natalie’s two-piece revealed a strip of skin beneath her breasts. He’d seen more of her tits when she’d leaned over to kiss him at the bar.
    And yet he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was all the more irresistible for how the little bits of her that were visible set his imagination on fire picturing the parts he couldn’t see.
    Cade, Ronan, and Calvin Daniels, the father of the groom and a retired SEAL, were trading stories. Technically, Jack was part of the conversation. He nodded occasionally and sipped his beer.
    “What happened last night?” Cade demanded the moment his father took a break from telling stories about his years with the teams to grab another drink.
    “Aww, did you miss me?” Jack teased.
    “We were pining for you,” Cade deadpanned. “Lucia said you stopped at a motel.”
    Ronan’s eyebrows shot up. “There’s no fucking way you won. I’m betting Natalie made you sleep in the car.”
    “We hit traffic, so yeah, we stopped,” Jack said. “But I didn’t win the bet.”
    “Something happened,” Cade said. “Look at her. You’ve received a warmer welcome from our damn targets.”
    “It’s a good thing Natalie doesn’t have an AK-47 right now,” Ronan agreed. “But if looks could kill, I would be taking your place beside Cade on Saturday.”
    “She doesn’t need a weapon,” Jack said. The feisty bartender had more defenses than anyone he’d ever met. When he’d brought up her parents, she’d distanced herself. If she’d had the materials, she would have built a physical wall between them. And then when his story had left her feeling too much, she’d added a barrier to the equation—the bathroom door.
    “Between her ice queen stare,” Ronan said, “and that mouth of hers—”
    “Shut up,” Jack said, his voice firm. Ronan outranked Jack. While deployed, Jack wouldn’t dare tell an officer to shove it. But Sin City wasn’t that kind of hot zone. One more word about Natalie might make Jack snap. And Cade probably wouldn’t appreciate a brawl at the first event of his wedding weekend. Speaking of Cade…
    “She’s your friend,” Jack said, turning to the groom. “Why don’t you stand up for her?”
    Cade cocked his head and kept his gaze focused on Jack. “Natalie can fight her own battles.”
    “Doesn’t mean you should let Irish here talk shit about—”
    Her mouth. The full lips that had kissed him like she wanted to devour him. Shit, imagine what they’d feel like wrapped around his—
    “About what?” Cade asked mildly.
    “Jesus, it was a joke,” Ronan said, shaking his head. “I’m grabbing another drink. Want one?”
    “I’m good,” Cade said. “But we’re keeping the bar open another hour, so have at it.”
    “I should take advantage of that open bar too,” Jack said.
    “Look.” Cade’s gaze met his, stopping him from following Ronan. “I don’t want anything to do with your bet. But I know you care about her, and this isn’t going to end well.”
    “She’s beautiful. And yeah, I want to win. But I’m not planning a long-term thing.” He didn’t have a clue how to turn a night, maybe a week, into a relationship. He was willing to give it a shot at some point. But he’d need a helluva lot more than charm to keep something going while he was on the other side of the world for months at a time. That took trust. And he had to face facts. He wasn’t good at trusting anyone—or convincing them to trust him—unless it was in the