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same sentence. She struck him as the refined, theater-going, opera-loving, socialite portrayed in the movies. No movie he’d ever watched showed a woman like Allison drinking beer and cheering at a hockey game. “Sounds good.” If she’d ordered them already, he’d keep his mouth shut and be damn happy she hadn’t bought tickets to the ballet instead. “When do you want me to pick ya up?”
    “How does around five sound?”
    “That works.”
    “Great. I’ll see you Saturday night,” Allison said, sounding as eager as he felt.
    “See ya.” Rock hung up and ran a hand down his neck. The woman kept throwing him. He’d pegged Allison as your typical socialite, similar to those in the media, the kind of woman who liked lots of attention and only the best of everything. Her actions blew that theory out of the water. In fact, if he hadn’t known who lurked on her family tree, he would’ve assumed she was just any other woman. A woman who’d planned what he’d consider a perfect night out. He could accept that she liked barbecue. Lots of people did, but hockey? He didn’t buy that one. They talked about a lot of things the night he escorted her to the fundraiser, but not sports. While hockey had its loyal fans, it wasn’t as popular as football or baseball. The only way she would’ve known he enjoyed the game was if she’d asked his sister. Would she have bothered calling Addie? A few months ago, he would’ve said hell no. Why would she go out of her way, when men probably bent over backward for her all the time? Tonight, however, it was the only explanation, which meant his sister was going to love telling him she’d been right.
    Hell .

Chapter 6
     
    Rock mulled over his earlier convo with Eric Coleman as he vacuumed his truck, not that it needed to be done. Much like his apartment, he kept his truck spotless and he’d vacuumed it right before the fundraiser. Still, it gave him something to do. He’d spent as much time as he could at the range earlier shooting both his 9mm pistol as well as the .44 magnum revolver he’d purchased last month. Only the fact that he’d run out of practice ammo had sent him packing.
    Thanks to Connor, he’d been expecting a call from Elite Force Security ever since he met him for a beer. When Thursday and Friday passed but no call came, he assumed the security firm had rejected Connor’s recommendation. He was good with that. Then Coleman called this morning.
    He hadn’t given Rock a ton of specifics over the phone, but he’d read between the lines. The firm definitely did more than provide bodyguards. Exactly what else they did still remained a secret. Intrigued by the little bit of information Coleman gave him, he’d agreed to a face-to-face meeting in a few weeks. Well, the firm’s director called it a meeting. Rock got the impression it was more of an interview and most likely a waste of his time. He loved what he did and saw no reason to make any changes at the present. Elite Force would have to offer him something irresistible to get him to leave the Marines. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t think of anything Coleman could say or offer which fit the bill, except perhaps Allison Sherbrooke naked and in his bed.
    Mannaggia , she was the living, breathing definition of irresistible. But it was safe to say the director wouldn’t be offering her up as an incentive to change careers.
    The single thought of her brought back the memory of his hands on her ass while they’d danced. Damn, the thing had been perfect. He hadn’t fully recovered from the experience when she planted a kiss on him. Thanks to her, he suffered with a boner the entire ride home. Only an ice-cold shower before bed had helped enough for him to fall asleep.
    He hoped he got a chance to touch her ass again and maybe find out if it was a smooth as the skin on her back and arms. The woman must bath in baby oil or something. He’d never felt skin so smooth. Without a doubt, he