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the almost unbearable disappointment as she drank in the sight of his tall muscular body just a few feet in front of her as he strode toward the door to the plane which now stood open.
    He paused in the wide aisle and turned around to face her again, blocking her way. Reaching out, he cupped her jaw andElizabeth heard the thud-thud as the packs dropped to the carpeted floor behind him. "When I say I'm going home, I mean I'm going wherever you are. I love you, Beth. Have from the moment I laid eyes on you. I want to marry you. I want to take you toItaly , and make love to you in the sunshine, and in moonlight. I want babies with you. And a dog. And a garden for the kids and dogs to play in, with room for our tent. I want the whole package, Doctor Elizabeth BennettGoodall . With you."
    Heart singing with happiness, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lips curved in a triumphant smile.
    "I love you, Sam."
    "Marry me," he whispered against her waiting mouth. "I promise you the adventure of a lifetime."
    "Yes," she said when he let her up for air. "Wherever you are will be my adventure. Let's go home, my love."
     
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    LORA LEIGH
     

    Prologue
    Some women a man knew to stay the hell away from. It was a self-preservation thing. Survival instinct.
    The lone wolf thatreveled in its independence and sexual freedom knew when it was staring in the eyes of a sensual trap. A woman capable of making the male animal stand up, take notice, and tremble in his military boots.
     
     
    Mason "Macey" March was a man who liked to live on the edge, though. He was all about the challenge, the risk, the excitement, whether it was a mission or a woman, or a terrorist out to destroy the world. He was a man who stared out at life with a defiant snarl and dared it to take first blood.
    He was a man staring at his own destruction, and he had enough sense to recognize it, and to be equally terrified and drawn to it. Like a spectator to a train wreck. It was going to be bloody. It was going to be a mess. But he couldn't look away because she had him by his soul and he knew it. One kiss. That was all it was going to take. One touch and he was going to be a goner. He was aching to touch.
    Hazel green eyes twinkled mischievously over lightly freckled cheeks. Lush lips curved enchantingly, and made a man wonder about things that mouth could do even as it threatened the fit of his dress whites.
    Softly curved, temptingly delicate, and trouble with a capital T. Messing with this woman was the ultimate insanity, but no one had ever accused him of being sane.
    "You know Lieutenant March," she drawled in seductive Southern. "You could always slip out the back door. I bet the admiral won't even realize you're gone."
    He stared down at her, eating up the vision of her below the neck even as he kept his gaze steady on hers. Wasn't a chance in hell he was going to let the admiral catch him leering at his goddaughter's ample breasts. The way the sapphire blue silk clung to them, held over the luscious mounds with the tiniest of straps. Her long chestnut hair fell down her back in thick soft waves making his hands itch to touch it.
    "Sweetheart, the admiral would fry important portions of my anatomy if I dared." He attempted to smile, but he was damned close to swallowing his tongue as he caught sight of those sweetly curved mounds lifting in a sigh. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a sheen of moisture popping on his brow as he fought to control thehardon threatening beneath his slacks. This wasn't the best place to prove to the admiral that he really was nothing more than a dog panting after a pair of pretty tits, as the bastard had recently accused him of being.
    He didn't pant after tits. He revered them. Worshipped them. He was nearly drooling over them. Maybe that did make him a dog.
    He watched Miss Emerson Delaney smile. A playful curve of her lips that was a warning in and of itself.
    And beneath that silk was the faintest hint of nipples