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tears.
    Fuck, did she have the hots for my friend? he wondered, which made him worry whether Jase and she had . . .
    No, not Jase , he thought.   He was as straight arrow as they came.   If there had been anything going on, he was sure it had been one-sided.   He didn't know why it bothered him that she might have had a thing for his now brother-in-law.   But when their gazes connected again briefly, he recognized that they were tears of happiness that things had worked out for the newlyweds.
    Relief swept through him with that realization.
    With a quick hug for the bride and groom, she sidestepped to stand before him.   They were almost the same height.   She wore flat-heeled sandals so she was tall for a woman.   The sandals were summery and barely there, showing off toes with a sexy red polish.   The shoes and polish said “Fuck me” and had blood running south to his already alert privates.
    It had been way too long since he'd had sex , he decided.   That was the only explanation for the way he was responding to this woman.
    She stuck out her hand with military precision and said, “I'm Jasmine Reyes.   Your brother-in-law and I served together.”
    He took hold of her hand and a blast of desire rushed up his arm from that point of contact.   She must have felt it as well since she shivered, but didn't pull her hand from his grasp as he said, “As in 'Doc' Reyes?”
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    It was hard not to notice his disbelief.   Even harder to ignore the strong way his hand held hers and caused all kinds of weirdness to happen deep in her core.   The palm of his hand was rough, surprising her.   She hadn't expected that from a man who looked like a model from a high end men's magazine.   But it was rough and warm and she imagined how those palms might feel against her skin.   How those strong hands would cup and hold her.   Tease her nipples into tight little points that he'd suck on with that amazing mouth.
    She should have moved her hand away, only it had been way too long since she'd actually felt anything inside.   Although she was a little annoyed that it was this too sexy, too rich, and possibly too chauvinistic man that was awakening long lost need.
    “I am 'Doc', although for tonight I'd prefer to be just Jasmine.   Do you find it hard to believe that I'm a sailor?” she said with an arch of her brow as she allowed herself time to study the rest of him.
    He was tall, at least 6”2' of nicely shaped man.   His expensive designer tuxedo hugged broad shoulders that narrowed into slim hips and a flat waist.   It made her wonder what he'd look like beneath the clothing, until he drew her attention back to his face with a chuckle.
    “I don't doubt it.   I've heard a lot of good things about you, just Jasmine,” he teased with the kind of sexy grin that probably had women swooning all over him.
    But not me , she thought, although her traitorous libido kicked up the pulse between her legs when he settled his dark gaze on her and she once again pictured him touching her.   Tasting her.
    “I've heard a lot about you as well, Tommy the Terror,” she said, using the childhood nickname that Jase had told her during one of his stories.
    Tommy smiled and chuckled.   “Yeah, we were the Terrible Twosome.   I couldn't ask for a better friend.”
    “Me, either,” she said and met his gaze.
    Could his eyes really be that beautifully brown? she thought and as a guest bumped her on their way to the next person in line, her footing faltered in the sand.   She stumbled toward him   and he grabbed her by the waist to steady her and let his hands linger there, creating yet another naughty zing of awareness.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his tones all full of concern and not the kind that you faked.
    “I'm fine.   I should get going,” she said and would have moved away, but he kept his hold on her, his touch both gentle and possessive.   Her traitorous mind once again pictured those hands on her body,