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  “How did this happen?” She must have bent closer because he could feel her breath wafting across his skin as she spoke.

  “I fell off a building and landed on my ass in the dirt.” He didn’t go into detail about which particular Middle Eastern hellhole that damned domed building had been in, and luckily she didn’t ask. Even after all this time, details about most of his prior missions were still top secret.

  “Fractured vertebra or ruptured disk?”

  “Both.” He grunted as she probed with her fingers in a sensitive place. “Lucky me.”

  “Sorry.” She eased the pressure. “How many guys did it take to carry you out of there?”

  “None. The situation was hot. I shuffled out on my own. To be honest, the adrenaline blocked the pain until we were back on the boat.”

  “Ooh rah,” she said quietly, as if distracted by her examination. “Brace yourself. I’m going to squirt some gel on the small of your back for the ultrasound. It will probably feel chilly at first. Sorry.”

  That was all the warning he got before a line of cold lube was laid down on his flesh. Now the bottle that had sent his mind into the gutter made sense. A moment later, the broad head of the ultrasound wand was pressed into his back, spreading the lube out and around the site of his old surgeries.

  “I can’t see too much with this tool, but some of the soft tissue damage should be apparent. I’d need an MRI to know more.”

  “It’s just a little residual pain. Nothing I haven’t felt before. I don’t think I need an MRI.” The last thing he wanted to do was get the attention of the docs who’d have to report changes in his condition.

  “Let me be the judge of that, okay?” She continued to move the wand around on his back. He looked over his shoulder to see her watching the little screen on the machine next to his bed.

  She hit a few of the buttons every few seconds and made some prints of certain areas. He couldn’t see much more than a black and gray blur on the screen, but she seemed to find it fascinating. After a few minutes she gave a satisfied sigh and shut down the machine. She took a moment to wipe the residual lube off his skin before sitting back.

  He rolled carefully to his side to look up at her, propping his head on one hand. “So what’s the verdict?”

  “It doesn’t look too bad. I don’t see any evidence of further rupture in the same area. On a scale of one to ten, what level is the pain you’re experiencing?”

  “Minimal. Maybe a two or three,” he answered at once. She didn’t look like she believed him. “Okay, maybe a little higher when I bend the wrong way.” She still didn’t seem satisfied with his answer, so he rolled and sat up in the bed, bringing himself awfully close to her.

  Her eyes widened and zeroed in on his abdomen. She looked panicked, and he realized with a little thrill of masculine ego that she wasn’t as unaffected by him as he’d thought. He’d done his best to keep the washboard abs of his youth, and he swore the flush on her pretty cheeks was a sign she’d noticed. Damn.

  How was he supposed to resist her if she wasn’t as immune to him as he’d believed? What if she welcomed his advances? What if she was as hungry for him as he was for her?

  Damn it all to hell and back. He was about to find out.

  Leaning in, he watched her reactions closely. Her breathing sped up, the blush on her cheeks increased, and she didn’t meet his eyes. She also didn’t move. As he invaded her personal space, she remained still as a statue…waiting.

  “Look at me, doc,” he whispered, nudging her chin gently upward with one knuckle.

  Her green eyes were mysterious as she raised her gaze to meet his.

  “What do you want me to say?”

  Confrontation. He hadn’t expected that. She took the bull by the horns and faced him head on. He liked her spirit.

  “Just tell me the truth, Eileen. Are you feeling this, too?”

  She seemed to consider her options. He could see the idea of flight flash through her mind only to be negated by something softer and more daring.

  “I feel it,” she whispered.

  He felt as if they were on a precipice. One false step and they’d both be lost. He wouldn’t let that happen. He wanted her to want the same things he did. He wanted her to be lost to the same madness he was feeling. He shouldn’t. He knew damn well he shouldn’t. But it was already too late. This train was racing down the track. Destination unknown.

  “Well then.” He moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek. “I guess the only question then is, what do we do about it?”

  “Who says we have to do anything about it?” She didn’t move away, but she didn’t move closer, either, much to his frustration.

  Her challenging words brought out the warrior in him. He didn’t want to let her escape. Not when he was so close to discovering something vital. He didn’t know what, but he felt in his bones that whatever it was, it could be key to his very existence. He couldn’t let her go now.

  “No way, sweetheart. I’m not letting you out of this that easy. Despite all the reasons I thought I had for ignoring this…thing…between us, I can’t. Not now. Not when you’ve admitted you feel it, too. I don’t know exactly what it is or where it will lead, but I can’t let it go now.”

  “Then you’ve answered your own question.” He read acceptance in her eyes. He wasn’t thrilled with the lukewarm response, but he’d take it if that was all he could get.

  Dammit. She wasn’t going to get away with it. Not if he had anything to say about it. He was about to force her hand when she pulled away from him.

  Eileen had to make a hard decision. Either go with the incredible feelings Matt stirred in her or reject them and stick to her plan. Such as it was.

  It really was a stupid plan. What sort of red-blooded female would pass up the opportunity to be with an incredible guy like Matt, even if only for a short time? A crazy one, that’s who. Certifiably insane. There was no doubt about it.

  She was going to do it. She was going to reject him. It was probably the most foolish thing she’d ever done, but damn if she wasn’t going to do it.

  “I’m not comfortable with this, Matt.” She stood abruptly.

  He backed off. “What exactly are you uncomfortable with? Is it me?”

  She was tempted to say yes, but that wasn’t right.

  “It’s not you. It’s more who you are.” She squirmed under his scrutiny. “You’re my boss.”

  He flopped onto his back, sighing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling.

  “I’m almost afraid to ask.” He looked from the ceiling to her. “Have you been hassled by men you worked with before? Because in no way do I want to hassle you, Eileen. Ever. That’s not what this is about.”

  “I’m flattered, Matt. Really.” She stood, pausing by the door. She couldn’t do this anymore. One more minute in his presence and she’d give in—to hell with the consequences. “I need some space.”

  She stepped through the door, but Matt’s hand on her arm made her pause. His touch was gentle, but it stopped her in her tracks.

  “I apologize if I misread anything—”

  “It would be wrong of me to let you believe that.” She cut off his words but couldn’t face him. “I am attracted to you, Matt, but I can’t let it go any further than that. Not now. Maybe not ever. Please just accept that.”

  His hand dropped from her arm, and she felt him move away.

  “I’ll accept it. For now.” She heard the bedsprings squeak as he sat down again, but she still couldn’t bear to look at his face. “I hope I haven’t made things awkward between us. Are you still okay working under my command?”

  She nodded. “I’m okay with your leadership. In fact, I wouldn’t want to work for anyone else on this mission. Let’s just forget this. Forget it all.”

  “I wish I could, doc. I wish I could.”

  Chapter Five

  Matt was glad Eileen was so confident in his leadership. He wasn’t so sure himself. Especially not when he re
turned to his office to find a small listening device poorly hidden under his desk.

  A cautious man, Matt usually looked around for changes in his environment whenever he entered a room. It was part of his SEAL training that had spilled over into all areas of his existence. Observation had become a way of life.

  Even distracted by thoughts of the moments spent alone with Eileen, he still noted the slight disarray of the papers on his desk. Normally, that could be explained by the activity of one of his support staff. They frequently came in and left documents for him.

  But that, coupled with the misalignment of his desk drawers, alerted him to look deeper. He had one of those old wooden desks. It had been in service for many years and had developed quirks. The drawers didn’t like to close all the way unless they were aligned perfectly. It had taken him a few days to get the hang of the stubborn piece of furniture, but he eventually had discovered all its secrets.

  The way the drawers sat now—not fully seated in their slots—told him someone had been in them since he’d left his office. That wasn’t normal. His staff knew not to mess with the private areas of his desk. There was no reason for anyone to delve inside unless they were looking for something.

  Curious, Matt checked the desk minutely, even getting down on the floor to look underneath. There, adhered to the underside, he found a small black speck. A bug.

  Someone was spying on him.

  Matt debated his next move. He could remove the bug, in which case he would alert the spy that Matt was onto him. Or he could leave it and perhaps use it to his own advantage. It only took a moment to decide. He left it where it was and began the slow and deliberate elimination of all sensitive information from his workplace.

  Matt would treat the office and all within it as suspect.

  An hour later, Matt admitted John to the secure communications bunker on base. Matt had an important call to make, and John Petit’s intelligence background and deep, personal family connection to the success of this team made him the most logical person to trust.

  The call was to no less than the admiral who was currently head of USSOCOM. He was the centralized authority over all Special Forces and the ultimate military authority where this mission was concerned, reporting directly to the president.

  The call connected, and Matt faced a large screen that showed the secure communications room at MacDill Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida. The admiral was there, alone. Just as there was nobody monitoring Matt’s side of the conversation except his invited guest, John. No techs. Nobody who wasn’t supposed to hear what was said here.

  The techs did their job connecting the call, then left. They also maintained the security of the equipment at all times. Matt had asked John to watch over the technician’s shoulder this morning before the call went through as an added layer of protection against eavesdropping and espionage. Matt was satisfied the call was as secure as he could make it.

  “Sitrep,” the admiral barked without preliminaries.

  “Sir, we have an internal security problem, which is why I requested this secure call. I found a listening device in my office.”

  “If I may,” John interrupted, “I’m not surprised. Agency intel suspected a leak coming from Fort Bragg based on increased chatter from certain foreign intelligence outlets. Specifically among known agents of the Chinese military.”

  “And they’re talking about the contagion specifically?” the admiral cut in.

  “Can’t be one hundred percent sure, sir, since they’re careful to use code words. But there is a big sale being discussed. A sale of some kind of biomedical technology. Certain key names were mentioned in conjunction with the negotiations enough times to raise a few red flags.”

  “Who else knows about the intel?” the admiral asked sharply.

  “No one, sir,” John replied. “I set up a computer search of the Internet and what phone conversations we have access to when I was read into this mission with results filtering directly to me. It’s standard enough it won’t raise any eyebrows and secure at the highest levels. I’m confident the data search is secure on the Agency end.”

  “Commander, needless to say, this is not good. Either get your house in order or I’ll find someone who can. Am I clear?”

  Matt felt anger stiffen his spine. “Clear, sir. I’ll take care of it. I wanted to be certain you were aware so that sensitive communications don’t go through my office. I plan on trapping the mole.”

  A gleam entered the admiral’s eye on the other end of the video monitor. The old man actually cracked a grin.

  “Misinformation can be a powerful tool as well.”

  “Yes, sir,” Matt agreed with an answering grin. “I will be working all angles to uncover the extent of the rodent problem.”

  “Good. Keep me apprised. I’ll give you some leash on this, Commander, but wrap it up quickly. We can’t afford to let this go on too long. The information is too sensitive.”

  “Understood, sir.”

  The call flickered off, leaving Matt and John alone in the darkened room.

  “Do you have any workable leads, John?” Matt turned to face the man on his team who was most experienced in the international spy game.

  “I’ve discovered a San Francisco connection I’d like to check out. A lot of the calls went to a particular number. If I can make contact, they might lead me back to the person who’s trying to sell the technology.”

  “Good. Can you take Donna with you on this? I don’t want anyone flying solo unless it’s absolutely necessary, and she needs some field experience.”

  John looked pained but eventually agreed to take the young woman under his wing for the quick trip to San Francisco. Matt and John parted company and each set off on their separate tasks. John went to arrange a trip for two to California. Matt went back to his office, thinking about creative ways to catch a mole.

  “Dr. McCormick?” A beefy sailor approached Eileen as she bought lunch at the base cafeteria the next day.

  She didn’t recognize the man and was leery of talking to anyone she hadn’t met before. Then again, she was on a military base. The place was about as secure as it got. And they were in a busy public place. This man might’ve been sent by Matt or another member of the team.

  “Yes,” she answered cautiously.

  “I have a message for you.” Her alert level lowered considerably at his words. It was as she’d thought. One of the team must’ve used this strange sailor as a courier. His next words stopped that thought in its tracks. “It’s a message from your old friend, Dr. Rodriguez.”

  It was a message from the team all right. The wrong team. Dr. Rodriguez had made his intentions clear the night he forced Eileen’s car off the road.

  “I want no part of anything Dr. Rodriguez has to say,” she told the man. She looked him over, storing details of his appearance and uniform insignia in case she needed to describe him later.

  “That’s unfortunate.” He gave her a measuring look. The guy gave her the creeps. No doubt his uniform was as false as his smile. She had no doubt he was one of Rodriguez’s hired thugs. “Dr. Rodriguez doesn’t want to take no for an answer.”

  “He’ll have to. Sellars died doing what he damn well shouldn’t have been doing. I’m not going to end the same way.”

  The creepy guy smiled, showing off perfect white teeth. Had to be caps. “Rodriguez sent a message to Sellars. Guess he got it.”

  “Are you saying Rodriguez sent the”—she lowered her voice, looking around to be sure she wouldn’t be overheard—“creature after Sellars?”

  “I delivered him myself,” he confirmed. “Very effective, I thought. We got Sellars with his own creation. Nobody could trace it back to us.”

  “Then why are you telling me this? And why did you want Sellars dead? I thought he was with you one hundred percent.” Something strange was going on here. She didn’t understand the dynamics of how this was playing out among the bad guys.

  “Consider it a warning. The same could
happen to you if you don’t play along, doctor.” His eyes gleamed evilly. “Sellars was causing more harm than good. He had to be cut loose. The asshole brought too much attention to the project. He was a loose cannon.”

  “So you killed him? Isn’t that a little extreme?”

  “He needed killing.” The man looked excited by the idea. His reaction chilled her to the bone. “Now what’s your answer?”

  “I already told you. No.”

  “Are you sure? You wouldn’t want us to tell your new friends about your past indiscretions, would you?”

  “Do your worst. I refuse to get involved any more than I already have.”

  “Wrong answer.” His eyes turned even colder.

  “Look.” She steeled herself, gathering her courage. She wouldn’t cave to threats. “I refuse to get involved in this. You tell Rodriguez to leave me alone. I won’t play his game.”

  “He’s not going to like your answer, doctor. In fact, I don’t much like your answer, either. You’d better reconsider.” He grabbed her by the arm, and her cafeteria tray almost went flying. That gave her an idea.

  “You’d better take your hands off me.” Her voice was pitched low. She tried her best to sound menacing, but the gorilla squeezing her arm didn’t seem impressed.

  “You gonna make me, buttercup?”

  Now she was mad. “Did you know the cafeteria was serving goulash today? I hear it’s awfully good.” She looked down at the heaping plate on her tray, then back up at the fake sailor.

  “You wouldn’t dare.” He wasn’t tall, but he was wide. The guy was built like a tank and his grip would definitely leave bruises on her arm.

  “Try me.”

  The man looked around the crowded cafeteria and seemed to think better of threatening her in such a public place. His grip tightened excruciatingly before he released her, finger by painful finger.

  “You’re going to regret this, doctor. Mark my words.”