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Showered and dressed, I walked into Squad Command with Zeke.
My brother was sticking close. I didn’t blame him. I’d done the same after his abduction. I’d even slept on the floor beside his bed for a few weeks.
We had a special connection, and always had. I always knew he’d have my back.
The main command room was dominated by the screens on the wall filled with data, live feeds, and maps of the area. A group of people stood at the huge light table in the center of the room.
My gaze skated over the generals, the rest of the squad, and settled on Colbie. Her red hair gleamed under the bright lights, and my stomach tried to tie itself into a pretzel.
My gut hardened. She’d blown off our night together like it was just a breezy hook-up. I didn’t like it.
Zeke made a noise.
I glanced at him. “What?”
“You’re an idiot.”
I scowled. “What do you mean?”
“Back at Colbie’s. You two played it all casual.” He shook his head. “I don’t know who you think you’re fooling.”
“We explained. We’re just two friends enjoying a little more.”’
My brother cocked his head. “So you’re okay if she’s seeing that Spencer guy too?”
I growled. Fucking Spencer wasn’t getting anywhere near my dove’s pretty girlie bed. “She isn’t seeing him.”
“Not what I asked.”
“I’m not into relationships, Zeke. You know that.”
“I know you shortchange yourself. Hold yourself back.”
I growled again. “Drop it.”
“You deserve to be happy. You deserve her.”
I scowled. “Zeke?—”
“If you don’t get your head out of your ass, you’ll lose the best thing to ever happen to you.”
I glanced at Colbie. She wasn’t looking at me. In fact, she was acting like I wasn’t even there.
“I—”Shit. I didn’t know what to say.
Memories poured in. I’d memorized every sound she’d made, every facial expression. I knew how she felt, how she tasted.
And I wanted more.
Not just the stellar sex. I like her laugh, her feisty spirit, her passion. Hell, I even liked the way she rolled her eyes at me.
I liked her.
Now my gut felt tight as a rock. I more than liked her. And that scared the shit out of me.
Zeke’s gaze locked on my face. “Bro?—”
“Marc and Zeke, glad you’re here.”
