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passionately and with a balance that had only rubbed off on his two boys. The four of them were a unit as strong as his team was to him. He loved them all deeply as he tried to absorb the knowledge that he’d lost three of his closest brothers.
    He’d had a solid childhood, even with his dad’s deployments. With the use of modern technology, his dad had always been there, even when he’d been working overseas.
    He loved his job. Being a SEAL was it for him. Career. Battle always brought with it danger and the very real threat of death.
    Death was unavoidable in war. It was a stone-cold fact. But the thought of losing Tyler, who was as close to him and as deeply entrenched in his heart as his brother, Rock, was unbearable. Hell, maybe deeper. Dex had fought with Tyler, watched Ty’s back as much as he’d watched Dex’s. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Tyler. And to lose him because Dex had somehow either miscalculated or screwed up would be even worse.
    It tore him up that his sister was here. A family member he’d only heard great things about. Sad things, too.
    He would take the comfort she offered because he needed it. He had to let all this go. Only an idiot would bottle up emotions and never give them free rein.
    The ache in his throat intensified, and he swallowed, an agony of emotion clogging his chest.
    After he was spent and the purge was over, he let her go. The loss of Spaceman—damn, his ridge boss, his friend, his tactical genius—it was too much. Slim Jim, who had just become a father, and—dammit, his eyes teared up again, his chest hurt—DJ. Man, he was going to miss him so damn much; him and his humor were often all that kept the platoon going when times got tough. Leaning back, his side protesting with each move, he wiped at his swollen eyes and met her gaze. “This is a hell of a way to meet Ty’s sister,” he said, his voice raw and raspy.
    â€œWell, I would have preferred a family dinner or a barbecue, not a hospital in a war-torn country where people are trying to kill us.”
    Ah, thank God, the beauty had a sense of the ridiculous, which only helped to make this just a tad less awkward. He cracked a faint smile, nodding. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Piper.” He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. That’s when he got a really good look at her. She resembled Tyler a lot. But his hair was darker, where she had a mane of tawny gold hair and heartbreaking whiskey-hued eyes with dark, thick lashes. But where Ty’s features were masculine, hers were pretty in a quirky way, not elegant, but cute. Her eyebrows were darker than her hair; her chin was delicately angled, but definitely set with determination. At odds with her all-American looks, her mouth was lush, exotically full and covered with a smooth layer of plum-colored lipstick. Funny that the lipstick made him homesick.
    Okay, one thing was for certain. That RPG hadn’t rattled his brain too much. He was still thinking like a man.
    About Tyler’s sister !
    Suddenly he had an insight into exactly why Rock resisted getting involved with Tristan Michaels’s sister Neve. Maybe he would lighten up on his brother in that respect. Maybe.
    â€œOnce we’re all home and I’m in DC, I think I will take you up on that.”
    She smiled and wiped at her own cheeks, reminding him that they had all been through two hours of hell.
    â€œTyler’s pretty upset and heavily medicated. I’m not sure if he’s thinking straight, but he was worried they weren’t telling him the truth about you.”
    He got that damn lump in his throat again. “Then let’s go prove it to him.”
    Alarmed and not yet sure about whether he was joking, she stared at him. “What? You’re wounded. I promised the nurse I would only be here for a few minutes, not get you up and walking.”
    â€œTyler is what’s important