room.
They swayed to the music. There was something so sexy about being fully dressed and having to restraintheir passion in such a refined setting. Anybody who saw them had to know what they really wanted to do was to strip each other naked.
âThe guys love you. They understand why I love you, too.â
âI hope I made a good impression. I want you to be proud of me.â
âProud? Theyâre jealous as hell. Especially Mercado.â
âWhy do the other guys dislike him?â
âLong story. Mercadoâs okay, though.â
âBut the other guysâ¦â
âTheyâll figure out Iâm right. Youâll see.â
The dance ended. When they went back to the table, Ricky, who looked even angrier than before, stood and jerked her chair out. âYou call that a waltz, old buddy?â he muttered, attempting a light tone. âYouâre losing your touch.â The other guys frowned at him, but he only scowled back at them.
âRelax, bro,â Luke whispered.
Before she could sit, Ricky grabbed Celesteâs hand. âMy turn,â he growled, tugging her away from Phillip. âIf itâs okay with you, old buddy?â
Of course, after that, all of Phillipâs friends had to dance with her. Watching them from the table, Mercado grew more sullen by the minute. Then dinner was served and for a while the tensions at their table eased.
Most of the men had lobster tails with a thick buttery sauce, the kind of sauce Celeste didnât approve of. Mercado refused to eat, saying heâd drink his dinner. Phillip had ordered a slab of steak at least four-inches thick, along with a baked potato he stuffed with sour cream and chives.
When everybody was eating, Ricky said, âIâm gladyouâre back, Celeste. Glad youâre taming the old warmonger.â
âWarmonger?â she whispered. âHeâs retired from all that.â
âIn your dreams,â Mercado said.
Ty and the other Marines shot Mercado a warning look, but he ignored them and said, âNow that youâre home, sir, maybe I wonât receive any sudden calls to go down to Central America.â
âCentral America?â Terrified, Celeste set her fork down. âWhat do you mean? Rickyâwhat on earth are you talking about?â
âEver heard of a hellhole called Mezcaya?â
âHell, Mercado,â Luke whispered. âSee what youâve done, sheâs as pale as a sheet.â
âMezcaya?â she whispered in alarm. âIsnât that the country in Central America thatâs a breeding ground for terrorists?â
âEver heard of a particularly nasty little group called El Jefe?â Mercado asked. âThey run gunsâ¦even from here in Mission Creek.â
Phillip interrupted. âCanât we talk about something else? How about the weather?â
âHas he been down to Mezcaya recently?â Celeste whispered, afraid to hear the answer.
âThat cut on his cheek. Picked up some shrapnel in Mezcaya right before you showed up on his doorstep, Celeste, didnât you old buddy?â
âIt was a rock,â Phillip said. âA lousy rock.â
âHell, you nearly bought it,â Ricky said.
Spence hissed at Mercado to shut up, but when Phillip shot Spence a warning look, Spence stabbed his potato rather violently.
âAll he told me was that he wasnât wearing a seat belt,â Celeste murmured tightly.
Ricky laughed. âWhy would he be wearing a beltâin The Cave?â
âThe Cave?â
âShort for dungeon, sweetheart. He killed a guy, so they locked him up. Ty got him out. When the chopper cameââ
âChopper?â Suddenly her throat squeezed shut and she could barely breathe. âPhillip, you said youâd retiredââ
âI am! Damn it, Mercado,â Phillip began. âCeleste lost her mother and her father when she was young. She has a
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