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“If…” Carla took a deep breath, which caused several truly amazing shifts in her anatomy. Lucky didn’t begin to cover how Kyle was feeling at the moment. Awed came much closer. How was it that a woman like her was with him? He couldn’t make the pieces connect. “If,” she started again, “you assholes keep looking at me that way, you’re going to end up being the laughingstocks of this beach while I demonstrate how much I really know about hand-to-hand combat. I will start handing out personal, customized lessons in five, four, three…” She wasn’t looking at the others, though of course she’d be tracking them in her peripheral vision. She was glaring directly at him. He got the message, but he couldn’t do anything about it. “You’re gorgeous,” he managed to breathe out. She rolled her eyes.