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Damn, she smells good. Spike lifted a loose curl to his nose, that mint and citrus combo making him forget he was standing in a crowded auditorium. Anna glanced up, arms still tight around his middle, brow arching over stunning green irises rimmed in a translucent blue. She was waiting for an answer. Too bad he hadn’t heard a word she’d just said. He cleared his throat. “What?”
“I thought you were supposed to be in a fancy uniform?”
“I was.” But it was like the Army was trying to keep him as ugly as possible, as long as possible. No dress uniform, just ACUs and combat boots. At least the camo was hiding the situation happening in his pants. Maybe. He shifted his bottom half as she pulled away, gaze roaming the little red number hugging her in all the right places. “This was also suppo
