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self-assurance. “Make no mistake about it, Becca. I have loved watching you play games with others over the last few weeks, more than admired your ability to brush the other groomsmen off when they get too touchy; especially since it stopped me from having to kill one of them. It has never failed to make me smile when you use words the way I’ve seen some of my co-workers back home use a forty-five, but I think the two of us need to be very, very clear about something.”
            He watched her swallow, and allowed himself to slide his gaze from her throat to where the tops of her breasts peaked from her spaghetti-strapped tank. “I play the giant dumb blond roll because it’s the same way many an ancestral Alexander conquered and won battles that seemed hopeless.” Dean’s voice dropped to a soft murmur. “They’d sneak into opposing territory with ease, act as if they didn’t have a working brain cell in their heads, and then boom. Before the enemy knew what happened, their small bit of land—the secret place that they had no intention of sharing, the one they hid from outsiders just to keep it safe and intact—was taken.”
            His lips brushed her jaw, then pressed to her ear. “I’m already in your territory, Becca.”        
    ***
            Her pussy was a traitor. Why could Becca make that observation? Because the betrayer chose that very moment to flood harder than the closing walls of the Red Sea after Moses’s parting. And dammit, it was all for the giant bastard blocking her in!
            She took a deep breath and tried desperately to stop the hammering of her heart. That was hard considering the Viking hadn’t backed off even a little.
    “Dean—”
            As suddenly as he’d invaded her space, he backed away, situating himself on the other side of the elevator right before the metal doors slid open for the lobby.
    Eyes twinkling with what could be described only as amusement, he softly asked, “So, what exactly do you have to do today?”  
          
     

The Viking's Pursuit

Chapter Three
     
            If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d say his sweetness was a bit piqued with him. But then again, considering the fact that he’d trailed after her like a lost puppy for the past two days, Dean could understand that. Since she’d woken up in her room with him by her side, he’d tagged along as she’d directed the setup for the chairs in the hotel’s courtyard. The next day he’d been with her when she needed to reschedule the time the caterer was to show up and make adjustments to the menu. And today the only reason he’d stopped following her around was because they had to get ready for the actual ceremony. He could honestly say he hadn’t envied her duties as her sister’s right hand.
            Now as he stood and listened to the soft music playing as Ryssa walked down the aisle to Kyran, Dean could more than acknowledge that the bride was one of the most beautiful that he’d ever seen. And yet, his eyes kept straying to her maid of honor. Wearing a strapless, soft peach gown that stopped a few inches above the knee and cinched at the waist, the tiered skirt flaring out and bringing notice to her mile-long legs, Becca had his undivided attention.
            Gorgeous. She looked gorgeous with her dark hair piled on top of her head in curls and makeup highlighting her pretty almond-colored features. But those eyes. They were what had captured him the moment Kyran introduced the two of them. Every time those gray irises glared in his direction, his dick jumped behind his zipper. Rather inappropriate with a reverend standing just a few feet away, but he couldn’t help himself.
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            She would stand over here and ignore his giant Dutch ass if it was the last thing she did.
            Okay, that was what she told herself she’d do. But then Becca couldn’t take it anymore and she turned her head to