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“Hell yeah, we’ve been playing softball,” he tells me excitedly. “I hit a homer the other day.” He swings his arms in front of the camera, making this “ahhhhh” sound like fans shouting for him. It makes me laugh.

“You’re such a dork.”

He frowns but isn’t upset. If one of us didn’t insult each other every call, then he would think something was up. It’s how we show affection.

“You’re a dork,” he argues. “How is Jess? Has she asked about me?”

Ugh. My brother and my best friend; not going to happen. Can you say awkward?

“She asked if you were still lame and …” Something moves behind Ben, catching my attention. Is that…

“And? You were saying? Come on, B. Don’t leave me hanging.”

Farther down the alley, a guy in fatigues is leaning back against a tent. His pants… Oh God. His pants are caught around his boots, his massive thighs straining and flexing while he holds a head of hair in his fist, slamming a woman’s face in between his legs. She’s … she’s blowing the shit out of him and my dumbass brother hasn’t even noticed.

“I mean seriously, B. Has she asked about me? She writes to me and we flirt, but do you—”

“Ben, shut up. There’s—”

“I feel like I should Skype her one day. Would that be weird? I mean, she’s your best friend and all.”

Bennett rambles on, insecure about his and Jess’ feelings for one another as I stare at the spot behind him. The giant of a man seems like he’s staring at me as he crushes the poor girl’s face onto his shaft. There’s no way he can see me from that far away, right? It has to be like ten or twelve feet. Maybe he can see the laptop but not me. Because if he can, he would see the flush creeping up my neck, my eyes wide at watching him take what he needs from this girl who clearly is doing what many women wish they could do.

He’s gorgeous.

All tall and built like a tank. I bet he has zero fat on his body. I can’t see his hair since it’s hidden by a military-issued hat. But his eyes … deep and soulful as they watch me, watching him, seem so haunted.

“B? Yoo-hoo.” Ben lets out whistle and I refocus on my brother and not on the fine piece of ass behind him.

“Just call her, dweeb. She’ll talk to you. Unless you’re being weird like you are now.”

He makes a face and flips me off. “I’m not being weird. I just …” The guy behind him reaches behind his head, grabbing the back of his shirt, and removes it, draping it over the girl’s head as if he’s trying to keep her from view. His … let’s count them. One … two … four … six … eight packs of abs! Holy alien babies, the dude is shredded. Each block of muscle flexes and clenches as his companion works him into a euphoric state.

I’m watching this free porn with the same intensity that Jess and I had when we staked out her ex-boyfriend. He, too,was caught with some cheap floosy with his pants down around his ankles. Not that this girl is a floosy. She could be his girlfriend for all I know.

All I know is he’s hot as hell and I’m replacing the woman in my mind with a vision of me. The guy whose arms look like he spends more time in the gym than I would in a lifetime lets his head fall back against the tent. Holy shit! Is he coming? The woman’s hands grip his hips, sticking out from beneath his shirt while his dog tags bounce against his sweaty chest as he watches … me. Not her.

I’m going to hell.

Seriously, why can’t I stop watching him? Why can’t I focus on my dumb brother who is still going on about Jess?

“So you think I should? Call her, I mean?” The sexy guy behind Ben pulls the girl up to her feet, and she dusts off her knees, handing him his shirt. She trails a nail down his bare chest before grabbing his dog tags and pulling him in for a kiss. He pulls his pants up, smacks her ass, and sends her off in the opposite direction. When she’s gone, he strides forward, heading toward Ben.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Be cool, B. No way he knew you were watching him.

He was too far away. But yet, I saw him.

Ugh. This is not good.

“Who do you have here, Brannon?”

Bennett jumps at the hottie’s raspy voice behind him. He turns the camera, finally seeing we were not alone in the alley. The webcam refocuses as Bennett shuffles around awkwardly, and holy mother of all that is holy … the dark stubble blanketing the stranger’s face … the sharp cut jawline … the square chin … and his emeralds eyes have me …

Bam! I’m pregnant.

The man is freaking angelic. He doesn’t look human as he bends down in the focus of the camera. Bennett smiles awkwardly, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize you were out here, sir.” The guy shrugs in response as if those bulky shoulders are saying,it happens. “This is my sister B. B; this is my commanding officer, Major Jameson.”

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