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her. Plus, he was rested and ready for a little PT. Ronan had taken over protection duty for the past twenty-four hours. Then his teammate had driven back to Coronado. And Dante, still on freaking medical leave, had boarded a plane to wet, rainy Oregon.
    But right now medical leave isn’t looking so bad.
    Chrissie came at him again, and this time he caught her fist before she landed a jab on his windpipe.
    “Better,” he said, holding tight to her hand. He wanted to keep her close, and his reasons didn’t have a damn thing to do with SEAL training. “But you should try hitting like a girl.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re a fully qualified SEAL?”
    He laughed. “Yeah. Remember the way I broke your stalker’s nose?”
    She nodded, and her muscles relaxed. But she didn’t withdraw her hand.
    “A powerful hit with an open palm hurts like hell,” he continued. “Your hand contains the densest bone in your body. Now it might not have as big an impact when slapped against your thigh, but—”
    “Like this?” she murmured smacking her hand against his uninjured leg.
    It was a playful swat, delivered close enough to his groin to send an altogether different message. His cock perked up and rose to attention as if she’d issued an invitation.
    “Yeah,” he said, his voice gruff. “But harder.”
    “That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it? Harder?”
    “Unless you’re hauling ass, yeah it is.”
    She stepped closer. “I’m not running away. I want to try again.”
    “I should warn you, I’m going to defend myself,” he murmured.
    She nodded and stepped back again.
    I can’t take much more of this.
    He wanted to pull her close, kiss those full lips, and take her to his bed. He wanted to touch her, taste her, and bury himself inside her—
    “Shit,” he said, capturing her wrist a split second before she landed a powerful hit against his windpipe. Instead of mentally stripping off her tank top and sports bra, he needed to pay attention or risk an injury that might sideline him for the night.
    “That was close,” he murmured. “Someone else, with less training, would be on the floor fighting to breathe. And when that happens, you—”
    “Haul ass.” She smiled. “I know. But if I end up here, caught by my opponent, am I supposed to do this?”
    She shifted her body closer and raised her free hand. Her palm brushed his jaw. Her touch was soft, sweet, and unlike any assailant he’d ever encountered. She moved her fingers through his hair. She rose up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. Then, maintaining her hold on him, she drew back.
    “No, honey,” he said, his voice rough with wanting. Another hit, another touch, another kiss—he’d take it all. “Do that and you’re asking for a whole world of trouble.”
    …
    Chrissie stared up at her combat instructor. She wanted to learn self-defense. She’d been glancing over her shoulder ever since the incident after her concert. Knowing she would find a way to come out on top, that a U.S. Navy SEAL would train her—while also watching out for her—was the only thing that had helped her through the long interview with the police.
    Her mother had arrived on the scene not long after her manager. Her momma had made a fuss, demanding more security, more from the police, more, more, more. Ever since Chrissie started making money, her mother had developed a fascination with more.
    After listing her demands to anyone who would listen, her mother had led Melissa away. Chrissie hated the fact that her little sister was safer somewhere else, away from her. But facing that sad truth had also strengthened her resolve. She would demand that Dante teach her everything he knew. By the time he went back to the job he loved, she wouldn’t need hired muscle. At least not for her peace of mind. Her manager had made it crystal clear that “bodyguard” would be a line item on her budget moving forward.
    Chrissie had walked into the room