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gave her a placating smile that emphasized the network of lines that framed his green eyes. “I just wanted to express my condolences. I’m deeply sorry for your loss.”
    She nodded, hardly able to make her head move. “Thank you.”
    Griffin shook hands with Mick next and then moved away. Could he feel the daggers she was shooting into his back with her gaze? Petty and irrational? Maybe. Did that change how she felt about the man? Not a bit. And it wasn’t just about Rob. She couldn’t fight the feeling that someone at Claymore was responsible for the invasion of her home.
    As if sensing her struggle, Mick gave her shoulder a quick squeeze. She smiled at him, still unable to reconcile this man with the sloppy drunk from the night before.
    Turning back to the receiving line, Jenna greeted Dan Molina, a PJ who’d joined Claymore with Mick and Rob. Behind him, Kurt Steele waited, his dark eyes pinched with sadness. His time with the PJs had ended when he lost both legs above the knee in a helicopter crash in the mountains of Afghanistan. The last time she saw him, he was still adjusting to his prosthetic limbs, but now he walked toward her without even a hitch in his gait. Some of the clients of his private security company were probably clueless about his injuries.
    Dan and Kurt’s handsome faces were drawn in sorrow as they gave Jenna hugs and volunteered their help anytime she needed it. After trading greetings with Mick, they stepped aside to talk to Tara. She looked stunning in an eggplant-colored dress that emphasized her tiny waist and brought out the deep highlights in her black hair. The two men lingered longer than necessary—as men often did with Tara—before wandering into the crowd.  
    Finally, the line dwindled, and people milled around in small groups or slowly made their way to their cars. Jenna was starting to fantasize about ditching her uncomfortable heels when a dark-haired man, huge and solid like a linebacker, came forward to shake her hand, completely enveloping it within his own. “Colin Di Ferio, ma’am. I’m sorry for your loss.” He was handsome, but his big arms and brute strength were a little scary.
    On her right, Mick stiffened. “Di Ferio.”
    Colin acknowledged him with a quick nod but said nothing.
    “How did you know Rob?” Jenna asked.
    “Claymore. We were on the same team for the last few months, and we went on a number of runs together.”
    “Thank you for coming,” Jenna said.
    “Wouldn’t miss it,” he said. “Rob was a stand-up guy.” His dark eyes strayed to Tara and lingered there appreciatively.
    Tara stuck out her hand. “Hi. Tara Fujimoto.” The two kept talking as they moved away.
    Jenna sighed, and Mick gripped her elbow, pulling her close. “Your friend might want to stay clear of that one.”
    She glanced back at them, watching as Tara reached out and touched Colin’s arm. Both were smiling. It was probably too late. They made an odd pairing, but she recognized that look on Tara’s face. Her friend always fell for the tall, protective type. “Why? Is he married or something?”
    Mick gave a harsh laugh. “Hardly.” His eyes hardened and he shook his head. “There’s just something about him I don’t trust. I can’t say more than that.”
    It seemed there was a lot he couldn’t say more about these days.
    Tara returned alone and wrapped her arm around Jenna. “Sorry.”
    “What was that all about?”
    “He asked for my number. He wants to take me out this weekend.”
    Jenna’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t get it. Three minutes with a guy and Tara already had him hooked. “Did you give it to him?”
    Tara’s sheepish smile gave her away. “I hope you don’t mind. I know this isn’t the most appropriate place…”
    “Why should I mind?” Jenna snapped. Never mind that they were standing next to her dead brother’s grave. God forbid Tara go for one day without a man in her life.
    “I’m here to support you, not find a date,”