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  “Exactly.” She wiggled her butt across his groin, igniting every nerve he had.

  He snapped.

  Both hands seized her arms, and he rolled them, already pounding into her. She gasped and dug her hands into his flanks, clasping her ankles at the back of his waist. “Nora,” he groaned, burying his face in her neck.

  She met him with each thrust, her nails scoring him, her wet heat destroying him. “Harder,” she breathed.

  That quickly, with her plea, he forgot any concern. Securing her hip, he lifted her to meet him, fucking her hard. He hit a spot inside her that made her cry out, the sound echoing through his body. He drove harder, holding her in place, fighting to reach bliss.

  Her body went taut, and her head pushed back against his hold, her neck elongating. Spasms rippled around him, gripping with a fierce hold. He changed his angle, brushing her clit, and she went off again, crying his name.

  Lava poured down his back to collect in his balls. He stopped moving, held her tighter, and ground against her. Sparks of white flashed behind his eyes, and his own release nearly shattered him. Gasping, his lungs heaving, he slowly came down. Sex with Nora had always been all encompassing and wild. But this? After eight years, after knowing what he’d lost, this was more. Everything and absolute.

  Finally. He’d returned home.

  A quick swipe of his tongue against the pulsing vein in her neck made her sigh. He rose up on his elbows and released his hold. “Are you all right?”

  She blinked and then slowly smiled, her eyes remaining at half-mast. “I’m perfect.”

  Yes. She damn well was. He rolled to the side, taking her with him to hold, wrapping the bedspread over them. “It’s as good as I remember.”

  “Better.” Her voice thickened and sounded drowsy. Mere minutes later, she slipped into sleep, her body relaxing against him.

  The feel of her, so soft and trusting, awoke emotions he’d thought he’d buried. A primal need to protect gripped him, surprising in its rawness. He’d been an orphan, a kid who survived losing crappy parents and relocating across the ocean, and then he’d moved on to the service. In the marines, he’d found a purpose. In the vulnerable woman sleeping with abandon in his arms, he’d found a home.

  One he’d lost.

  Now he’d found her again, and maybe it was possible to show her peace. The instinctive animal deep inside that had made him such a good soldier, a good survivor, could be quelled.

  No matter how he tried to convince himself, his instincts hummed. Even if he could find peace, Scorpius wouldn’t let him.

  For years, as a soldier, his instincts had told him when danger stalked near. Now more than ever, he was sure.

  The war had just begun, and the peaceful guy inside him, the one Nora would love, had to disappear. Only the soldier could remain. He pressed a kiss to Nora’s head, wanting to hold tight for the night.

  Then he’d let her go.

  Chapter Six

  Nora studied Deke over a mound of piled scrambled eggs and tried to sit comfortably in the diner booth. The previous night had been explosive, and she’d used some very out-of-practice muscles. “I appreciate you absolutely insisting on taking me to an early breakfast before we get back to work, but I need to return to the lab for results expected in about an hour.”

  He finished chewing and swallowed. “We burned a lot of calories last night, and you need protein. If I’d allowed you to go right to the lab, you would’ve stressed out all day. Here we can analyze the situation together, calmly, and then reach a mutual decision so you don’t have to fret.”

  Fret. Had he just said fret? She set down her fork. “I’m not some frail girl from last century, Deke.” For some reason, with his only slightly mellowed accent, he came across as more arrogant and self-assured than he would’ve with a modern drawl. “I can handle my own thoughts.”

  He smiled, transforming his face into a powerful masculine beauty no man should be able to wield. “You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met.”

  She sat back, slightly appeased, desire warming at just being near him.

  “But you’re one to fret, sweetheart.” He dug back into his ridiculous stack of pancakes. “I thought to cut that off at the pass.”

  She blinked. “Excuse me?”

  Male suffering filled his sigh as he set down his utensils. Green eyes, Scottish and true, lasered right into her. “Ar-right. Let’s do this now so we can eat. Have you wondered about us through the years?”

  She crossed her arms. “I don’t think—”

  “Nora.” He didn’t snap, he didn’t raise his voice, but a new tone, a bite of command, filled it. “Just answer the question. Have you wondered?”

  “Yes,” she huffed.

  “I donna want to know about other men, but has it been like that with anybody else?”

  Heat climbed into her face. “Deke—”

  “Nora.” Another command.

  Fine, and that voice should not be wetting her panties. “No. But sex is just sex.” Even as the words tumbled out of her, she didn’t believe them.

  “Uh-huh.” His gaze dropped with longing to his pancakes before returning to pin hers. “So we have two choices. I spent a lot of time thinking last night—”

  “Thinking?” She squinted and narrowed her focus. “There was no time for thinking. Hell, we barely had time for sleep.” They’d had sex four times during the night. Four times.

  He grinned. “Between rounds one and two, you slept a little. I thought.”

  She pressed her fingers to her closed eyelids as a headache roared in. “We don’t have time for this right now. Too much is going on.”

  He reached over and gently pried her fingers away. She opened her eyes. He released her. “There’s always too much going on, and for right now, we’re working together. Last night, after round one, I figured this was a one-night deal, and that we would just get some closure,” he rumbled.

  Hurt, surprising in its sharpness, sliced into her chest. “Okay.”

  “But then, between rounds three and four, I decided fuck that.” He took a bite of pancake.

  “Uh.” She couldn’t find words. What words were there?

  He grinned. “I figure it’ll take more than one night to get closure.”

  She couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Your plan, the one you came up with while I slept, was to keep having sex with me while I’m in town.”

  He nodded, amusement lightening his too-knowing eyes. “Exactly.”

  “You’re terrible.” She took a bite of eggs.

  “That’s not what you said last night.”

  She shook her head. There was no way she could continue sleeping with Deacan McDougall and not lose her heart again. They’d nearly destroyed each other once. “Not a good idea.”

  A corner of his mouth twitched. “Ah, to have lived centuries ago.”

  She couldn’t help but return the smile. “When you could’ve just kidnapped me instead of cajoled?”

  He grinned. “Aye. We’d still be married, and you’d be thoroughly tamed by now.”

  She rolled her eyes at the teasing, but even so, studying him, she could see his proud heritage. Rugged features and battle-hardened green eyes. He would’ve made a hell of a Highlander, an incredible warrior. She had no doubt he would’ve tamed her way back when. But now she had rights, and a brain—and the desire spiraling through her abdomen could just stop it. “Pity for you to be born in this time.”

  “Aye,” he breathed. “However, I am now as modern as a man can be. I’ve mellowed and learned to control not only my temper but the actual anger.”

  She tilted her head to the side. “You make it sound as if the anger was already in you before you went to war.”

  “’Twas.” He shook his head. “The anger has been with me since I was a kid. My da was a prick, my ma not much better. When they died and I moved to the States, I was already screwed up.” His long fingers played idly with his unused knife.

  “I know,” s
he said softly. She knew well his childhood hadn’t been safe, with a father who hit and a mother who drank. “You moved past the pain.” At least, she had thought he’d found peace with his childhood. Of course, then he’d entered the military and had seen things that had only brought back the anger. “Right?”

  “Mayhaps. Hell, Nora. Maybe the anger lives in my blood anyway.” He rubbed the whiskers on his hard jawline. “Maybe my people all have it.”

  The descendants of the Highlanders seemed to hear a distant call nobody else did. She wasn’t prone to fancy, but every once in a while, she’d seen a faraway look in his eyes, as if he sensed something. As if a whisper, across the times, demanded his attention. She shivered. “I appreciate the offer but think I’ll opt for self-preservation. Any truce between us is temporary.”

  “What about my new mellow life and attitude?” he asked evenly.

  She bit back a smile. “It’s temporary. I know you, Deacan. There’s an edge to you, always will be, and you need the action. The fight.”

  His eyebrows lifted. “I don’t agree, but even if I did, so what? Right now, we’re fighting together. Common goal and common enemy.”

  Right now. She sighed. “The second we cure the Scorpius infection, our goals diverge. Science is about saving lives, and we both know the military will want to weaponize and further mutate the bacteria.”

  He sighed and set down his utensils. “Having weapons is necessary to saving lives, and you know it.”

  “Science shouldn’t be used that way,” she said softly.

  He leaned back and rubbed his chin. “Remember when I first got to the States? A couple of kids at school, the ones on the boxing team, tried to mess with me?”

  She sipped her tea. “I do.”

  “Do you remember what happened?” His voice rumbled low. Intimate.

  She inhaled the scent of peppermint herbs, remembering him well as a handsome, lost, pissed-off kid from Scotland. “You beat the ever-livin’ shit out of them, Deacan.”

  He nodded. “Aye. What happened then?”

  She frowned, studying him. “Well, nothing happened.”

  “Exactly.”

  She set down the cup. “It’s different.”

  “No—it’s the same. We have a weapon; the world knows we’ll use it if pushed, so they don’t push, and we don’t use. Simple as that.”

  Yeah, and that was why they’d never see eye to eye. “We’re going to end up on opposing sides.” She’d destroy the bacteria when it was no longer needed, and that might even be illegal, according to current law. Who knew?

  He lifted an eyebrow. “Your best friend works for the government. Have you thought about that?”

  “Yes.” But Nora knew Lynne, and she was a healer, not a killer. “I trust her.”

  “Hmm. You may not know her as well as you thought.”

  Nora frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “Ask her.” He paused while the waitress refilled his coffee. “How did you two become friends, anyway?”

  Nora smiled. “Oh, we weren’t friends the first semester of grad school. Didn’t like each other, actually.”

  A grin split Deke’s face, masculine and way too handsome. “Don’t tell me. You two competed. Big-time.”

  “Yes.” Nora blew on her tea. “In every class, on every quiz or test, one of us earned the top grade. We saw each other constantly at the library or in class, and we pushed each other.”

  Deke settled back. “And then?”

  “Lynne’s a klutz. A serious, should be bound in bubble-wrap klutz.” Nora chuckled, memories assailing her. “One night, we were the last two in the library, and she needed a book on the top shelf. She climbed it, no big deal, but then . . .”

  Deke winced. “She fell?”

  “Yes. The entire shelf started to come down, and I just reacted.” Nora shrugged. “Moved without thinking, tackled her, and got her out of the way.”

  Approval mingled with amusement in his green eyes. “So you saved her?”

  “I broke my right wrist.” Nora sighed. “Which wasn’t a huge deal, because in most of our classes, we could use recorders during the lectures. But in Dr. Mobsey’s advanced biology class, the complete dickhead, no computers or recorders were allowed. Taking notes was tough.”

  “And?”

  “After class one day, I was trying to decipher my left-handed notes, and Lynne sat down with a typed set of hers.” Nora shook her head and heat tingled into her face. “I told her to stuff it, that I didn’t need her help, and thanks anyway.”

  Deke chuckled. “And?”

  “She said I probably couldn’t understand her notes because she’d used big words.” Nora chortled. “We laughed, and she shared her notes. Then we started to study together, and before second semester was over, we were best friends. Still are.” They’d seen each other through breakups, job problems, and good times. Yet now Deke hinted that Lynne was keeping secrets. He had to be wrong.

  His phone buzzed, and he read the face. Tension gathered along the sides of his mouth.

  Nora leaned toward him. “What is it?”

  He slipped the device back into his pocket. “We’ll have to finish talking about us later.” He slipped a series of bills on the table. “The president just slipped into a coma.”

  Chapter Seven

  After breakfast, Nora headed back to the new temporary CDC labs. Upon going through security, she swung by the lab to find the experiments about another hour from spitting out results, so she went searching for Lynne. She stepped into Lynne’s office to see her reading charts, scuffed boots up on the desk. With a sigh, Nora inched inside and dropped into a chair.

  “That was an ‘I had crazy monkey sex last night and am sore’ sigh,” Lynne mused, her gaze not leaving the papers.

  Nora coughed, and heat climbed from her chest to her face. “Shut up.”

  Lynne looked over the top of the file, emerald eyes widening. “Oh my. I was just kidding.” Her boots dropped to the floor. “You’ve only been here a day. What were you thinking?”

  “Meow? Take me harder? Oh thank you, God?”

  Lynne snorted. “How was it?”

  “Amazing. Four times over—amazing.”

  Lynne’s mouth dropped open. “Four times? Really? Does he have a brother?”

  “No.” Nora studied her friend. Tired. Definitely exhausted. “What are you reading?”

  “Your boy’s brain scans.”

  Nora lost her grin. “And?”

  “Zach seems fine.” Lynne closed the file and slid the mass over the desk. “Activity in the central cortex lights up as normal.”

  Nora flipped open the top sheet to see a nice blue and green blend around Zack’s frontal cortex. “Why do you sound worried?”

  “He’s a boy genius, and we don’t know what his cortex looked like before the infection.” Lynne clasped her hands on her desk. “Also, I don’t like that he’s now a carrier and was infected in my lab. He’s twenty-two, for goodness’ sake. We need to find a cure and fast.”

  Nora tapped the printout. “We sure do. Then we can destroy the mutated samples, right?”

  Lynne arched one angled eyebrow. “I thought that was our plan.”

  “Me too.” Nora planted the file back on the desk. The current experiments wouldn’t be finished for at least an hour, so it was time to get to the truth. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  Lynne frowned. “Huh?”

  “Deacan said you had a secret.”

  “Oh, did he?” Lynne rubbed her elbow and blushed a very pretty shade of pink. “It’s not a secret. You and I haven’t had time to talk, and it’s not something you exactly Skype about. Geez.”

  Curiosity roared through Nora, but a shadow by the doorway caught her eye. She turned to focus. “Zach.”

  He stood in full protective gear, face behind a mask. Even so, something about him looked like a clean-cut movie star from the 1950s. Thick blond hair, blue eyes, trembling smile in a pale face. “I wanted to thank
you for staying outside my bubble the first night.” His voice emerged tinny through the faceplate.

  She glanced at Lynne. “The full suit isn’t necessary, is it?”

  Lynne shook her head. “From a safety protocol, no. From a workplace and emotional standpoint, hell yes. Everyone is nervous as wet cats around here.”

  Pressure built behind Nora’s eyeballs. “We’re all scientists—screw emotion. If he’s no more infectious than a carrier for regular Staph, typhoid fever, or even MRSA, then we shouldn’t treat him like he’s carrying the plague.”

  Zach snorted behind the helmet. “I don’t mind, to be honest. It was my fault I got infected, and I deserve to be a little uncomfortable. Apparently walking is good for my joints, because the doctors suited me up to head down for yet another MRI.”

  Nora studied him. “You look so much better.”

  “I’m glad, because I feel like somebody punched me in the head with a Buick,” he said.

  Lynne nodded. “Aptly put. Other than that, feeling crazy?”

  “No.” Zach shrugged. “I’m not sure I would know, however.” His eyes clouded behind the rimmed glasses. “How contagious am I now?”

  Lynne exhaled. “The bacteria is still alive in your saliva, blood, and probably semen. For now, you can’t kiss, give blood, or have sex until we find a counteragent or a cure for Scorpius.”

  Red flushed across Zach’s cheekbones. “How long do I need to stay in the protective room at the CDC?”

  Lynne swallowed. “For a while yet, Zach. I’m sorry.”

  His Adam’s apple wobbled. “Okay. Let me know my results when you get them.” Turning awkwardly in the suit, he disappeared down the hallway.

  Nora shook her head. “Semen? Man. You didn’t have to embarrass him.”

  Lynne’s lips twitched. “I wanted to make him laugh.” She rubbed her nose. “Sorry we have to keep him contained. But at least here he can continue working with that huge brain of his.”

  Nora grimaced. “I don’t agree with the containment.”

  “Neither do I. The fever has passed, and he’s out of the woods. Basically, he’s a carrier, and there are tons of people who are carriers of dangerous diseases—especially Staph. But we have public relations concerns, and for the time being, he stays put.”