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She'd have to. Done making a fool out of herself, Tamia pulled her thoughts together.
She'd been done with that the day David had died.
Forcing a smile to her face, Tamia turned her attention back to Rick. "I figured
I'd work off my energy here. I didn't think anyone else would be up still."
He shrugged. "Someone has to monitor Comms," he said, indicating the beeper
on his belt, "but nobody said I had to be bored." He looked at her for a moment, then
said, "Your file says your speciality's hand-to-hand. I'd like to see you at work for
myself, if you don't mind. How about sparing with me?"
She flashed him a grin. "If you can keep up."
He laughed. "I'll be trying to do more than that."
With a grin, Tamia stripped off her shirt, leaving her in only her sleeveless
bodysuit, then pulled off her shoes and began running through a series of warm-up
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stretches.
As he watched her, Rick's mind went reeling. He'd experienced a rush of heat he
hadn't felt in years when she'd slipped the shirt off. It shocked him how disappointed
he'd been to find her bodysuit underneath. Now, as she ran through her warm-up
stretches, he admired her feline grace, how the center of her back dipped gracefully
toward the floor as she limbered her shoulders, pressing her hips against the sparring mat.
Her breasts strained against the tight bodysuit as she rolled her shoulders, and his mouth
went dry. As he watched her roll her head, he found himself wondering what the hollow
of her neck tasted like. Good God, he was coming unhinged. Rick suppressed a groan as
he felt the uncomfortable press of his jeans against his erection, and told himself he was
crazy. Tamia was a Marine, and a damn good one to judge from her record. She'd come
here to get out of a Tanker squadron she decidedly didn't belong in. The last thing she
needed, or most likely wanted, was to have him gawking at her like some depraved
schoolboy. Almost as an afterthought, he noticed the slight shadow of smudges on her
fingertips. What the hell...?
Tamia came to her feet then, her hands and feet snapping out kicks and punches
that were probably as lethal as they looked. Rick's attention shifted to her routine, and he
had to admit he was impressed. Each punch and kick perfectly measured so that no
movement was wasted. They flowed into each other like a dance without music, both
beautiful and deadly. A lot like her, he mused wryly. Her moves appeared unfixed,
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unpatterned, reminding him of some old martial arts movies he'd seen. Bruce Lee. That
Jeet Kune Do stuff he'd read about in high school. Obviously, Tamia had been very well
trained by her grandfather. Rick was suddenly uncertain if this fight was such a good
idea. He'd always been the best at hand-to-hand, whatever unit he was with. Now, he'd
met his match, and more. Though he'd never been beaten before, as he watched Tamia,
the possibility of a severe trouncing crossed his mind.
Tamia jogged to a stop, stretched her arms, and grinned at him. "Ready?"
With an internal, resigned sigh, Rick nodded, and they squared off around the
mat. As they began circling, Rick watched Tamia s attention narrow, as if her entire
being focused on their fight. He advanced cautiously, his arms blocking access to his
body, but couldn t find an opening for attack. She kept moving, shifting her weight
around so that she was never in one spot as solidly as she appeared. His hands were half-
fists, while hers hung open in her blocking stance. His body tensed. She reacted an
instant before he swung surprising him. As she ducked under his right hook, coming up
well inside his defenses with a sharp blow to the ribs. He jerked backwards, startled, but
recovered swiftly, sending his fist flying toward her again. She ducked around it,
grabbing his arm at the wrist and elbow as she did, shifting to flip him over her, headfirst
toward the mat. But, just as she stepped into the flip, he broke free, grabbing hold of her
wrist and yanking downward as he did. She let out a dismayed sound and toppled
gracelessly to the floor. In a flash, he had her pinned down, and grinned wickedly at her.
"Sorry. I guess I win this time."
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She shot him a dark look, her chest heaving indignantly. She looked pissed that
she d lost. She confirmed it as she fumed, "No one's ever broken that before!"
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