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SEALs are based other places besides Coronado. I might like to see a few, you know.”

      “Because thirty states and eight countries aren’t enough?”

      “I saw this act in Oahu once. Erotic fire dancer.” Dominic blew out a breath, then fanned his hand in the air as if cooling off the memory. “Let me tell ya, a woman who dances naked with a flaming baton knows her way around big, hot sticks.”

      Lucas winced and shook his head.

      “Sad, little brother. If that lame story is the best distraction you can offer up, you’ve obviously got something bugging you.” He waited a beat, as if giving Dominic an opening to confess. But Dom did the advising—he didn’t go looking for it. Finally, Lucas shrugged and lifted his beer again.

      “You wanna talk, you know where I am,” he offered.

      Dominic nodded, even though they both knew he wouldn’t take him up on it.

      Not because he was such a snob that he couldn’t reach out from time to time for a little guidance. But there was a reason he was the advice guy. In the family, on the team, with his friends. He knew stuff. Military stuff, girl stuff, sex stuff. Thanks to his nana, he even knew cooking stuff.

      He stared at his drink, muscles aching and head throbbing.

      It was a damned shame he didn’t know what to do for his own stuff.

      Two hours and three Motrin later he poured three cousins and one of his brothers into a limo. Patting the hood, he signaled the driver to hit the road.

      Hands in the front pockets of his jeans, Dominic laughed as Marco popped his head out of the sunroof to serenade him with “Happy Birthday.”

      “It your birthday, big boy?”

      He turned, grin in place, to watch the woman saunter over. Even fully clothed, Lotta still exuded sex the way some women wore perfume. Strong, heady and inviting.

      “Nope. He’s having a tequila-inspired calendar mix-up,” Dominic told her.

      “Too bad. I was gonna offer you a little birthday goodie,” she said when she stopped in front of him. He wanted to tell her she’d be a lot prettier with about half as much makeup on, but didn’t figure it was his advice she was interested in.

      “I watched you while I danced.”

      Dominic looked down, noting that all it’d take was a cold breeze across her thin blouse to bring their bodies into contact.

      Then he met her eyes, the hot interest and hard edge.

      Message received.

      “Isn’t that a coincidence? I watched you, too,” he said, giving her his most charming smile. He wasn’t interested—yet another thing he figured he could blame Banks for—but he didn’t believe in leaving women disappointed. He might not be going to give her a wild ride, but there was no reason not to make her feel good. In a fully clothed kind of way.

      “Did you like what you saw?” she asked, her tone saying she had no doubts about that at all. She moved closer, so close that her ice-pick nipples stabbed his chest. Dominic had to wonder if she’d blasted those babies full of silicone, too.

      “You do know your way around a pole.”

      “I do good work with long and hard.”

      “I don’t doubt that.”

      Dominic looked her over again. He had a special appreciation for dancers. They were so damned good with their bodies.

      Rethinking his body’s aches and pains, he debated a little naked boogie with the stripper. He did a quick check to see if lust was stronger than bruises.

      Nope. Not enough lust or too many bruises. Either way, he wasn’t up for dancing.

      Dammit.

      “You interested in buying me a drink? I’ll fill you in on some of my specialties.”

      The only reason the Castillo clan had vacated the club was because it’d been last call. Which meant the drinking destination Lotta had in mind was hers, his or of the rent-by-the hour variety.

      Dominic loved women. Strippers, dancers, teachers, nurses. He’d dated them all. His only requirement was that the woman take the relationship as light and easy as he did.

      He’d heard plenty of times that his sex life was better than most guys’ fantasies.

      But if he had one particular weakness when it came to the fairer sex, it was for dancers. Ballet, jazz, exotic, tap. It didn’t matter. There was something about a woman who knew how to make the most of rhythm that drove him wild.

      But even if his body had screamed otherwise, he just wasn’t in the mood.

      “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said sincerely. “I’m not drinking tonight. Doctor’s orders.”

      She narrowed her eyes, clearly wondering if that was a euphemism. Then she gave a good-natured shrug.

      “You ever get released from those orders, you come back. I’ll do a dance just for you.” She skimmed her fingers up his chest, giving him a smile that promised that it’d be a dance to remember. Then she tapped her palm against his cheek and turned to go.

      Dominic leaned back on his heels, his own smile turning a little cocky. He didn’t get guys who bitched that women were a pain in the ass. Himself, he’d never met a woman who wasn’t a pleasure, in or out of bed. All it took was a little charm and a friendly smile.

      He watched the stripper walked away, her hips swinging a hot rhythm beneath her short skirt. For one second he regretted saying no. Then, as he shifted his weight, his body sang out a protest.

      A part of him, mostly the part cozied up behind his zipper, wanted to call her back. Not out of undeniable lust or anything crazy like that. More to prove he could still make her see stars and sing hallelujah, even if half of his body was bruised and the other half a step up from numb.

      As far as Dominic’s dick—and admittedly, his ego—were concerned, he was a man with many talents, all of which made women sigh with pleasure. He was better at sex when he was half-asleep, totally drunk and/or straight off a ten-day mission from hell than most guys managed to be even in their wildest dreams. He was damned good-looking—a blessing owed more to the fine Castillo genes than any effort on his part. He was a formidable SEAL, a savvy sailor and a weapon the U.S. Navy should be giving thanks for on a daily basis. Okay, weekly. He was wise—the team always looked to him for advice, hence his call sign, Auntie. He was smart and good with money.

      All but the first were characteristics his own sainted mother recited to any single woman she found worthy. And all, including the former, were reasons Dominic saw as vital to his goal of staying single. When a man was as blessed as he was, it’d be cruel to limit his gifts to just one woman.

      He watched Lotta slide into her Miata and frowned.

      Maybe a good time was just what Auntie ordered. A hot ride would be a nice distraction.

      It only took him a second to brush it aside.

      Resigned, he watched her headlights fade into the dark night and sighed. It wasn’t his bruises or irritation that made him a bad bet tonight, he realized. It was the same nagging feeling that’d been dogging him for the last couple of months.

      Dissatisfaction.

      What the hell was up with that?

      Dominic was a man who made a point to be satisfied. In every way, every chance he got. Some might say he specialized in it.

      So why the hell was he so damned bored?

      Bored, discontent and frustrated.

      All new emotions, and not one of them welcome.

      Needing to move, wanting the rush of speed, Dominic straddled his Harley, tugged on his helmet and rode.

      In the

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