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Your next door neighbor was surprisingly beautiful. It was almost a foot shorter than him complexion and slender. He wore a loose shirt and shorts widths. Her shapely legs were the same light tan and was barefoot. His figure was small, almost childlike. Almost. Her breasts looked small, but swelled in a decidedly feminine, though slight, the fabric of his cotton shirt.

At first glance, by the way they dress and clear, fresh beauty, Zac had thought she was a child, a teenager. But, up close, distinguished minor wrinkles in his face, with confidence and a wisdom that could not transmit any teenager. Despite his youthful appearance, Vanessa Hudgens that this possibly was about your age.

"The Navy SEALs," he explained, while his strange eyes look brown, are the special operations group of the elite U.S. military. We operate on land, sea and air.

"I understand," she said with a smile. What cute.

was something crooked smile that made her look a bit silly. Surely he knew that smile marred its perfect beauty, but this did not prevent a smile. In fact, Zac would bet that, silly or not, the smile was the favorite expression of that woman.
Still, her smile was hesitant, as if uncertain whether he deserved it. She was restless, but Zac did not know if it was for his injuries or his imposing stature. In any case, did not feel comfortable with him.

- "Cute" is a word that typically describe a special operations unit.

- "Special Ops" Nessa repeated. Something like the Green Berets or commands?

"Something like that," Zac said looking into her eyes. Only a body that is more sophisticated, harder and harder. SEALs are specialized in various fields. All are excellent shooters and demolitions experts on the ground and at sea, we can fly, drive or sail any airplane, jet, tank or vessel. And we are all experts in the use of advanced military technology.

"I get the impression that you are an expert at making war," the goofy smile of
Nessa had vanished, taking with it most of the heat of his eyes. A professional soldier.

Zac nodded.

"Yes, that is.

She did not like soldiers. That was the key. Was funny. Some women went crazy for the military. And others made it impossible to avoid them. That such
Vanessa Hudgens
clearly fell in the second category.

- do you do when there is war they fight? Do you begin one yourself?
His words were deliberately hostile. Zac felt twitched. I had to defend himself or his profession in front of that girl, very nice it was.
She had met many like her before. It was politically correct to be a pacifist, supporting demilitarization, defense cuts in defense spending ... no idea of \u200b\u200bthe global situation. Zac

had nothing against pacifists, actually. Truly believed in the power of negotiation and peace conferences. But he was governed by the old saying: walk quietly and carry a big stick. And the Navy SEALs were the biggest and the toughest club that could lead the United States.

As the war was being waged a colossal war against terrorism.

"I do not come with the roll-Zac turned away and walked to the door of his apartment building on the stick.

"Ah, my opinion is boring? - Nessa stood before him and cut him off. His green eyes flashed fire.

"What I need is another drink," said Zac. And urgently. So, if you do not mind away from my way ... Nessa

arms crossed and did not move.

"Sorry," he said. Recognize my question may have sounded a little hostile, but still do not think it's a roll. Zac

stared.

"I'm not in the mood to discuss," he said. If you feel like getting a drink, please. I'll find some glass. If you want to spend the night ... even better. Long ago I do not share the bed. But I have no intention of staying here arguing with you. Nessa

blushed, but looked down. Or away.

-Bullying is a powerful weapon, right? "He said. But do not know what to expect and will get you nowhere. I do not intimidate you, Lieutenant. Zac

stepped forward so that invaded their personal space and cornered her against the closed door.

- What now? He asked. Are you intimidated?

Nessa was not. He could see in his eyes. She was angry, however.

"How typical," she said. When psychological aggression does not work, always resort to the threat of physical violence, "she smiled sweetly. You're going to bluff, soldier. What will you do now?

Zac looked at his oval face. Had run out of ideas, but would never admit to it. Nessa was supposed to and would have fled. But he had not. Still there, looking angrily, with his nose about inches from hers

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But it was not only impressive aspect of Lieutenant Zachary which made it seem like a brat. It was also the fact that they were military. Although not in uniform, standing before her, her shoulders back and head up looked like a naval version Geyperman. He was a soldier not forced recruitment, but by choice. Had chosen to enlist. Had decided to perpetuate all that, driven by their opposition to war, Nessa's parents had taught him to reject.
His neighbor was watching her as closely as she him.

"I was curious," he said. His voice was serious and had no accent. He did not speak particularly high, but his words came to him quite clearly. Nessa

forced a smile.

"Sure.

"Do not worry," he said, but smiled back. In fact, had not smiled even once since she had turned to look over the railing. I do noise. I do not give wild parties. Do not bother. I will not go in your life and trust that kindly do the same.

bowed his head once and Nessa realize that just fired. With a single nod, as if he had cleared out one of his recruits. While

she looked at him, the former Navy lieutenant went to the stairs.
leaning on his cane most of the weight of his body. And every step I took seemed full of pain. Do you really going to climb those stairs ...?

course. The apartment complex was not equipped with elevators or escalators, or any other system that would access the second floor to the disabled. And it was clear that this man was.

But Lt. Zachary climbed, step by step, painfully. He used the iron railing and the top of your body to help move forward and up the steps almost on one leg. Still, Nessa noticed every movement caused him great pain. When he reached the top of the stairs, breathing heavily and his face was covered by a film of sweat.

Nessa, as always, spoke from the heart, without thinking.

"There's a flat for sale on the ground floor," he said. Perhaps in the office of the community can help change the floor of ... that of ...

He gave her a searing look.

- you still here? "His voice was rough and his words, rude. But when he raised his eyes and fixed them for a moment on hers, she excelled in her eyes a host of emotions. Anger, despair, shame. An incredible amount of shame. Nessa

heart was in my throat.

"Sorry," he said, almost involuntarily dropped her eyes to his leg wound. I did not want ...

He sat right below one of the lights in the corridor and up a bit right leg.

"Nice, huh? "He said.

His knee was a crossroads of scars. The joint seemed swollen and congested. Nessa swallowed.

- What ...? He said, and cleared his throat. What happened?

looked up and saw the lieutenant's eyes were a strange shade of blue. Dark blue, almost black. And they were surrounded by long, thick lashes that Nessa had never seen a man.

close, despite the sheen of sweat covering his face, Nessa was convinced that Lieutenant Zachary Efron was the most attractive man she had seen in his twenty-seven years of life.

Her hair was dark blonde. It was not the typical dull blonde, but rather a shaggy brown and gold flashes, and even some reflections that glistened in the sun redheads. His nose was large, but not too much for her face, and slightly aquiline. His mouth was wide. Nessa

wanted him smile.

What would smile with that mouth so generous. Her typical expression lines near the corners of the mouth and eyes characteristic of people who laugh often, but at that moment his face was tense with pain and rage.

"I hurt," he said brusquely. During a military operation.

had been drinking. Nessa was close enough to distinguish the smell of whiskey on his breath. He stepped back.

- A ... military operation?

"Yes" he replied.

"It must have ... horrible, "she said. But ... I did not know that the United States took part in naval battles lately.

"I was wounded during a rescue operation at the counterterrorism center of Baghdad," said Zac.

- Baghdad Not a bit far from the sea for a sailor? "I'm

Navy SEALs," he said. Then his lips twisted into a sour grimace, like a smile. "Age" Navy SEALs "he said. Zac

realized she did not know what he meant. She looked with wonder in his eyes strange color. They were a light tan, brown and green with a brown fence on the edge of the iris. Were slightly slanted and exotic, as if, perhaps in their grandparents' generation, there would be Asian or Polynesian blood. Or Hawaiian. That was it. Seemed slightly Hawaiian. His cheekbones, high and wide, enhanced this effect. The nose was small and delicate, like his lips. Her skin, smooth and clear, had a delicious tan. Her long curly hair in a ponytail and bangs slightly softened the features of his face. Her hair was so long that if you let loose, come to the hips.