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SAMANTHA GRAYSON WAS going to hunt Candy Valentine down and hurt her. That was the only thing she could think of at first, when Joe uttered those fateful words no woman ever wanted to hear.

“What do you mean, how can I bring you home to my mother now? ” Sam thought of a few more choice words too, said them, and understood that her last shot of meeting Joe’s mother was over. She just wanted Joe out of her apartment, and out of her life. The sooner, the better.

She grabbed her robe and quickly pulled it on over the lacey bra-and-panty ensemble she’d purchased earlier that day. Her plan had been to spice up this relationship even if she died of embarrassment doing so.

She didn’t think things could go this downhill this fast. But her boyfriend of four months stood there holding the sexy fantasy in his hand, looking between her and the paper as though both of them scared him.

And here she thought she was the prude.

Joe stared at the paper, and when he spoke, his voice reflected his level of disbelief. “You want to do a striptease for me? You want me to tell you how hot I get when I see you naked? I mean, Samantha, what were you thinking? This is so unlike you.”

“I sure wasn’t thinking about your mother when I wrote it,” she shot back.

“Where did you learn these things? I can’t believe you wrote this,” he said.

She had written it, the whole thing, from scratch. When Carly’s fax finally came through, she’d crumpled it up, threw it away and wrote out her own fantasy. She’d never expected this would be Joe’s reaction.

“I was trying to turn you on. I’m sorry you disapprove.” What a jerk. He had to be the only man on earth who’d still be standing there, fully clothed and horrified by sexy words. She should’ve known this was a bad idea from the start, especially since she normally didn’t date men who had blood-lines like Joe’s. His family was prim and proper, the kind of family who was friendly with Carly’s. Joe was the kind of man who shouldn’t be with someone who wasn’t a debutante. But Sam had always presented as if she belonged in that set, and when Joe set his sights on her, she’d been flattered.

That his kisses left her cold was a fact she’d blamed on herself, until this happened. She was an idiot for forcing her love life into the wrong-shaped box. Because, at the heart of the matter, a man like Joe would never, ever get her blood pumping.

At first, there had been something. Shared interests. A love of Shakespeare and foreign films. And he was handsome. Kind and gentle.

That was the problem. Gentle. Didn’t need it or want it. His “I want my girlfriend to be plain vanilla and have sex in the missionary position only,” attitude wasn’t for her. And partially, it was her fault, since she had yet to allow a man to see past the good girl disguise she wore so well. She’d always imagined that the right man would see through her act, although a big part of her was worried about what would happen when that did happen. Her mother had been a, quote unquote, bad girl, and that hadn’t worked out for her at all.

And Joe was still reading, when he should’ve been ripping her clothes off. “Tie me to the bed…I want to be helpless when you take me….”

“Just stop.” She snatched the fantasy from his hands before she did shrivel up and die from humiliation.

“I don’t understand. It’s like something out of a porno movie.” He was hanging on to the paper, but held it away from his body, as if whatever she wrote there was highly contagious.

If only.

“I’m surprised you’d know,” she said.

“I do know, but it’s not something I want to associate with the woman I’m dating,” he spat. “This is something I’d expect from a woman who performs at bachelor parties or strip clubs.”

“I thought you’d be happy. I thought it would get you going.” Somehow, she’d treaded too closely to Joe’s ego, taken away his pride when she’d taken the lead. But if he’d had any kind of mojo in the first place, she wouldn’t have had to write the fantasy.

“I think we need to see other people. I thought you were different, and I don’t know if we’re meant to be together,” he said.

“Breaking up’s fine with me. I’ll buy a vibrator to replace you. It’ll fulfill my fantasies better than you ever could. And maybe I’ll even send one to your mother.”

He stormed out of her apartment, and her tears rose, more from embarrassment and anger than hurt. Though she mentally congratulated herself for being honest about what she wanted in bed. Maybe Candy Valentine was rubbing off on her and didn’t deserve to be strangled, after all. Maybe there was something to be said for letting your wild side hang out, because her blood was pumping like it never had before.

Who are you kidding? Come morning, Sam’d be back to her old, safe life. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to throw out the written fantasy. Maybe if she slept with it under her pillow, she’d conjure up dreams of a man willing to satisfy her in whatever ways she wanted.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU DO NOW when you get time off? Sit on your ass like an old man, reading the paper? You should be out, raising hell and partying with naughty women. And bringing some along for me.”

Ty Huntington’s voice carried, loud and raucous, across the quiet diner. His black leather boots were noisy, stomping across the linoleum. In fact, Ty was pretty much dressed totally in black. When he stripped off his jacket it revealed a T-shirt with no sleeves and multiple tattoos adorning both arms.

It was only a little past two in the morning, but Hunt had never slept much anyway. He’d stretched out in one of the back booths to catch up on the news. He’d known his brother would be arriving at some point soon; this diner was always his first stop when he was in town. And Hunt had been right, because he’d heard the roar of Ty’s Harley long before his brother pulled into the parking lot. Ty always rigged his bikes to roar so loud when started that they would set off car alarms within four blocks. Luckily, he was always gone before the irate owners got to him.

“I wore all those women out and sent them home to bed,” Hunt said.

“Just as well. I wouldn’t want them to compare you to me, because you would’ve been second best,” Ty called, then gave a subtle tongue wag to the young waitress. He hadn’t changed a bit.

Hunt stood and grabbed his younger brother in a headlock, reminiscent of all the times he really would’ve liked to strangle him. When he let him up, Ty was smiling, as if he knew.

His brother’s hair was longer than when he’d seen him last, his skin tanned from all the time spent outside on the bike, drifting from place to place and doing who knows what. He didn’t ask and Ty didn’t offer, and Hunt knew better than anyone the line between legal and barely so.

He’d straddled that line himself too many times to count, but he had the US Military backing him. It was a world Ty would never have survived in, although his brother was more of a survivor than anyone truly knew.

“You look good. Not so military.” Ty slapped him on the back and Hunt settled into the seat across from him.

“I see you got a new baby.” Hunt pointed to the bike through the window, and Ty smiled.

“She’s a beauty. I gambled and won her up in Chattanooga.”

“I didn’t know there was much gambling that way.”

“There’s more up that way than you could ever dream of, all of it trouble.”

“And you find it, I’m sure.”

“Trouble finds me,” Ty protested. Then he winked at the waitress who’d come over to take his order, and no doubt, to get another look at him. They almost started kissing right in front of Hunt, and he had to stop Ty from following her into the kitchen.

“So, Jon, how’s it going? Still living like a monk?” Ty asked, after mouthing, later, to the waitress.

Hunt grinned because it had been a long time since anyone had used his real first name. Meaning, it had been too long between visits with Ty. “Why are you so interested in my sex life?”

“Not your sex life. Your love life, as in, are you living alone, like a monk? Getting laid’s never been your problem.”

Hunt smirked. “I wasn’t aware that I had any problems, other than keeping your ass in line.”

“Nice avoidance technique.”

“I learned from the best,” Hunt said, and sighed inwardly. He wondered when his little brother had managed to add pop psychologist to his list of credentials. Ty had always had an insightful, almost sixth-sense kind of thing going on, sometimes eerily so.

You’re going to have to stop referring to him as your little brother. He’s twenty-five.

Only three years separated the two, and they did share some similarities. Although, the differences at times were so great that Hunt had to wonder where Ty’d come from. Ty had the same freewheeling spirit as their parents had, and he’d inherited their wanderlust and their openness. Their trusting natures.

Hunt enjoyed his travels with the SEALs, but always liked having someplace steady to hang his hat when he came home. Instability in two- to four-month stints in his job, he could handle. In his life, not so much.

Forget about trust. Hunt was always out of there long before any relationship reached that stage, and he never gave out enough personal information to worry. “What about you, Ty? Find the old ball and chain?”

Ty laughed a deep sound that bounced off the walls of the nearly empty diner and reverberated. The waitress smiled. Ty was infectious that way, always managing to pull everyone into his good time. “Not yet, but I’ll know her when I see her.”

“Still a romantic.”

“I guess so.” Ty put salt and ketchup on his eggs and began to chew like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. “This place is as good as I remembered. And a long ride always gets my appetite up.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Hunt dug into his own breakfast.

“You busy today? I thought maybe we’d take a ride up the coast, check out a few bikes I’m looking into buying this morning,” Ty offered.

“Can we do it later on? There’s something I’ve got to take care of first.” Hunt had a few things that couldn’t be put off. He wasn’t going to complete the fantasy for Carly, but he did have his own ideas, plenty of them, and he planned to execute each and every one of them on her gorgeous, lithe body as soon as the time was right.

“Does it involve a woman?” his brother asked.

“None of your damned business.”

“That means yes, and that’s the only excuse I’ll accept.”

Hunt changed the subject, asked what he’d wanted to from the second he’d seen Ty. “Speaking of excuses, have you been doing what you’re supposed to have been doing?”

“I never do, bro. Thought you knew that by now.”

Purposeful avoidance. Hunt stared his brother down with his best cut-the-crap face, knowing he didn’t stand a chance.

He didn’t—Ty just laughed. “I’ll make the trip myself, that way you don’t have to rush whatever it is you’ve got to do. But we are going out tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Maybe I’ll get to meet this mystery woman you’re ditching me for.”

“I’m not ditching you. And she’s not a mystery woman. I’m just doing her a favor.” And, oh yeah, he was going to make her work for that favor.

Except you’re the one who’s all worked up, dumbass.

He could handle it. He’d been through worse. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Besides, she wasn’t going to be able to resist him when he came calling, and he was going to come calling. He purposely left no way for her to get in touch with him. That would’ve been too easy for her, too convenient, as if she were pulling all the strings.

“Big surprise,” Ty muttered.

“What are you talking about?”

“Whenever you mention woman and favor in the same sentence, I know what you’ve done. Found yourself another fixer-upper.”

“Huh?”

“You know the phrase love ’em and leave ’em? Well, you’re fix ’em and leave ’em. Can’t you find a woman without problems? Someone who doesn’t need you so much?”

“Carly doesn’t have problems.” Just fantasies. Hunt took a gulp of juice and told himself that he was in control. He wanted her under his command and he would make sure it stayed that way. Or, that it at least worked out that way. He wasn’t going to let her know how hard she’d tumbled him. From the second she’d opened the door, in fact. “She just needs a date for a wedding, so I said I’d—”

“Help her out,” Ty finished, shaking his head, and Hunt wondered when he’d gone from big brother in charge to being lectured. “You know, it’s your responsibility to save the world on the job. In your own life, you’re allowed to enjoy. Let down your guard. Let someone cater to you every once in a while.”

Now that was a fantasy that Hunt couldn’t ever see himself allowing to happen. “It’ll be fun. This opportunity presented itself, and I never turn down an opportunity to hang out with a beautiful woman. You of all people should understand that.”

“I understand, man. I do. As long as we can spend some time together this week, it’s all good. And at least I know it’s a wild one.”

In a few hours, when the sun came up, Hunt would head over to Carly’s. He’d wait for her on the beach he was only just at, and see what happened next. “It’s gonna be a wild one for sure.”

“Speaking of wild, how was the action you caught recently?”

“Where’d you hear about that?” Hunt demanded, and his mind flashed, not pleasantly, to his most recent mission.

“You just told me.” His brother shrugged, and took a slug of coffee.

“I’m fine. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Ty repeated. “As always.”

“Are we going to fight? Because I’d hate to have to kick your sorry butt tonight.” Hunt settled against the booth and Ty shook his head. “Besides,” Hunt said, “you’re not exactly forthcoming about your cross-country adventures.”

“I’ll fill you in on all the details, unless you’ve got somewhere else to be.”

“This ought to be good,” Hunt muttered. His brother laughed again, and things were back to normal.

THE BREAKFAST RUSH HAD just begun. The sound of plates being collected and tables freshened was a welcome distraction. Thanks to the rising smells of warm bread and hash browns from the kitchen, Ty Huntington’s appetite had come to life again. A good sign.

“More coffee, honey?” The waitress on the morning shift gave him a nice, easy smile as she set down what was technically his second order of the day.

“More everything would work for me,” he replied, smiling, because she was staring at him with a look he recognized well. And, if it weren’t so crowded, if it was even a month earlier, he might’ve whispered for her to meet him in the back of the restaurant. Because that would’ve been so simple to do. So easy. As it was, having his brother there had saved him from having to turn down the other waitress’s offer of a quick pick-me-up.

She waggled a finger at him, still flirting as she gave a mock pout. “You bad boys are all the same.”