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humming undercurrent that Peter had. Firm, confident sexuality with an underlying . . . tenderness.

Protective. It acknowledged the fears she might be facing, and yet sent them a message: Nothing’s going to happen to you while we have anything to say about it.

On top of that, in Cass’s and Savannah’s voices, she heard the purring ease that reflected well-loved women. And finally, even if she was putting too much stock in this test flight of her other senses, it didn’t change one inexplicable fact—she trusted Peter.

He’d plunged right into her shit without any invitation. He’d been overbearing and pushy, a bully in every sensual, protective way. There wasn’t anything cruel about him. He might frustrate the hell out of her, such that, if she had any intention of accepting his ludicrous offer to stay, she’d occasionally have to hit him in the head with a blunt object while he slept. But he’d never let anything hurt her. Even if she was too uncertain of her handicap for her irrational mind to accept it, her rational mind did.

“Let’s have a drink and get to know one another before we go,” Matt suggested, the masculine Texas drawl in his voice as alluring to a woman’s senses as she suspected the rest of him was. “Then we’ll go.”

While Peter and Lucas lifted the sleeping Jeremy and carried him back to his room, where his younger sister Marcie would tend him that evening, Cass and Savannah guided Dana to a circular sofa arrangement. Used to being self-conscious, worried about what sentences she might miss, she found it amazing that this group of strangers so quickly dispelled her anxiety, on those issues at least.

Dana felt no catty or pitying vibes from Cassandra and Savannah at all. They integrated her into the conversation, drawing out information on her interests and pointing her toward shopping and recreational activities in the area they’d love to visit with her. She hadn’t felt so easily accepted since basic training.

When Peter returned and settled next to her, the group delved into cocktails, catching up on business, some social talk. As the men moved around, it brought her the distracting, pleasurable scents of male heat, cologne, aftershave, dry-cleaned silk and cotton. The first one to touch her was Jon. A casual brush of her knee accompanied the courteous, “Would you like another drink, Dana?”

As Ben and Lucas stood behind the couch, exchanging opinions with Peter on some

business matter, Lucas’s thumb and forefinger circled her nape, a light pressure as he leaned over to respond to his wife’s gentle reproof about talking business. Ben followed it up with a joke about being henpecked, and his knuckles slid along the point of Dana’s shoulder.

During the mixture of conversations, it happened several times, each of the men

apparently taking turns with the sensual but respectful caresses. It was when Matt Kensington did it, taking brief hold of her foot in a large hand to straighten the strap of her sandal for her, awakening the highly sensitive nerve endings along her ankle, she realized, with shock, what they were doing.

They were marking her. Identifying her with the pack, but also helping her to recognize them as well. She could be crazy, but she was almost certain she wasn’t. Instead, she was impressed by their intuitive understanding of how it reassured her, to have tactile imprints to anchor and center her.

Beyond that noble purpose, it enhanced the charge of sexual anticipation flavoring the air, since they all knew where they were going tonight. Peter had his arm stretched behind her, and she was hyperaware whenever he dropped his hand from the couch to tease her collarbone. Once, his other hand settled on her leg, gliding up her thigh. Just a brief, sweet caress to the inside, and before she thought, she’d started to spread her legs, a submissive’s automatic response to a Master’s touch there. He gripped her smoothly, stopping her, but before she could get discomfited, his lips brushed her ear in approval.

Cassandra and Savannah were both submissives, she reminded herself. Since she knew the nature of a submissive, she wasn’t surprised they were successful businesswomen.

The fact they gave their men a lot of playful shit was a bonus, one that had her laughing and joining in the banter herself. Peter threatened to take her home before they taught her bad habits.

Home. It didn’t sound as odd as she would expect. She let that thought bolster her when they finally headed out to the club.

More conversation, the scent of champagne and truffles, and then a chocolate-covered strawberry Peter fed to her directly from his own mouth, settling his lips over hers as she laid back in the cradle of his arm in the spacious limo. The taste of the fruit and confection melted her body into the insistent strength of his.

“Hell,” Ben groused from the seat across from them. “Way to get my dick hard before we get there, Peter. Ease up or I’m going to jump the first pretty ass I see.”

“Like you need an excuse,” Jon observed wryly. “When we went to St. Bart’s, I thought they were going to kick us off the island.”

As Peter lifted his head at last, Dana drew in a ragged breath. “Just how rich are you all?”

“Peter’s a poor cousin, really.” Ben’s knee grazed hers, then his calf as he stretched out a long leg on the side opposite of Peter. “One of those hangers-on that sponges off his betters. We tolerate him because his whole soldier routine attracts women. You’d be much better off with a lawyer.”

“Particularly a castrated one,” Peter said.

“Peter is quite well-off, Dana,” Savannah reassured her. “You don’t have to worry about working two or three jobs to support him.”

Dana let herself smile. “Well, as long as he’s not after my fortune. I have two or three of these kind of limos lying around, you know.”

Then her stomach was jumping again, because the limo pulled in the club parking lot.

She tried to calm it,