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pit of Larken’s memory. He stole the top marksman spot from her, only to dick off to the navy like he didn’t care—about her or the army.
    And now he had new selfish reasons for leaving the SEALs behind and joining Rik’s team.
    “Just cash for me,” Vince finally answered. She turned around, not wanting to hide from him any longer, and pinned a cold, hard stare on him as he approached the sideboard.
    He didn’t back down. He didn’t glare, either. Just held her gaze as if to say, “Get it out of your system.”
    Not going to happen.
    He knew she held grudges. He needed to go find a cushy job somewhere else. This slice of paradise was hers, and she wasn’t sharing it with him.
    “Five hundred enough?” he asked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He’d changed from his swimsuit into cargo shorts and a black t-shirt that stretched perfectly over his broad shoulders and hung loosely over his narrow hips and waist. He’d been tall when they’d gone through training together. Now he was built . It was deceptive, really, how big he was. From across the room he looked just like your average fit soldier.
    But now that he was standing next to her…
    Larken was tall. Five foot nine, she barely had to lift her chin to look most men in the eye. The only guy in the room who usually made her feel small was Jackson, and that was because he was a giant.
    Now there were two giants in the room.
    Maybe it was a good thing that her natural eye-contact point on Vince’s body was the dip at his collarbone. Looking him in the eye might weaken her resolve to sabotage his plans for joining their team.
    He’d always had nice eyes.
    “Better make it a grand,” she said, even though Jackson had probably only put a couple hundred down. The Browning was worth a grand, though. And a week of her breakfasts…
    No. Vince couldn’t win a week in her cottage. That wasn’t happening.
    Well, it didn’t matter. Calli and Trent took turns winning, unless there was a full moon or they were distracted.
    And they didn’t always play for winner takes all.
    “How do we want to do this?” she asked, sliding away from Vince’s side to take her seat at the table.
    He took a seat directly opposite.
    That was even worse than being right next to him.
    She needed a drink.
    “Winner takes all sounds good to me,” Calli said with an inappropriately warm smile at her husband. “I wouldn’t mind an early night.”
    So that meant that as each person ran out of chips, they’d be done.
    Rik went out first, three hands in.
    Larken swore under her breath as Calli smiled that stupid little smile that meant she wanted to get laid.
    Getting laid was good and all, but Larken really needed her friend to win the damn poker game.
    She set her cards down and stood up, ignoring the way her inner thighs warmed at the thought of sex. It had been…too long. And until Vince had shown up, she’d been just fine with her imagination and her fingers.
    Larken had very capable fingers, but…
    Nope. She wasn’t going there. She stalked over to the coffee table. Grabbing a lime wedge from the bowl set out next to the beer, she jammed it into the neck of a new bottle, and tipped the drink back, taking a long, deep drink.
    Trent joined her, yawning as he grabbed a beer of his own.
    “No, you can’t be tired,” she said bitterly.
    “I was up all night making those pens,” he said with a shrug.
    “Pens, plural?”
    He grinned. “I made one for each of us. So I don’t really care about staying in the game tonight.”
    You bastard . But she couldn’t tell him why that annoyed her so much. Fine. She had a poker game to win, clearly.
    At first, her pile of chips grew. Trent bowed out next, going all-in on a hand that only a man who longed for his bed would go all-in on.
    Calli hung in, stealing hands from Jackson and Mats, but then Rik got up and rounded the table. He just stood behind his wife, his hands on her shoulders, but Larken didn’t miss how his