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“You spend most of your time alone, and you have very few hobbies because you spend most of your time working. Your IQ is in the gifted range, but you’re surprisingly capable of not spending all of your time asking why or searching for underlying truths. You went to Caltech and you maintained a perfect grade point average even though you worked your way through school. Anything else you want to ask?”

I was gobsmacked and nearly unable to speak.

How?

How was it possible that they had that much information on me?

Marshall had to be tightly connected to the government to have that much data.

“Do you know when I lost my virginity, too?” I asked drily.

“Unknown,” he answered immediately. “That’s a little too personal and not something we really need to know in a bio.”

Like everything else they had on paper wasn’t personal?

I guess it was good to know that they weren’t intrusive enough to include my sex life.

Not that I really had one.

I took a deep breath. “Astrological sign?”

There had to be some facts about my life that they didn’t know.

“That wasn’t mentioned in your bio, but you were born on the twelfth of August, so you’re a Leo.”

“Unreal,” I said in a shaky voice. “Exactly how did you remember all that?”

“Experience,” he answered grimly. “I’ve been memorizing bios for a long time. I can maintain the facts in my head until it’s not necessary or desirable to keep those details in my brain anymore.”

“But you still remember mine,” I commented.

“You’re still with me, and honestly, I don’t think I’m going to forget a single thing about you anytime soon, Jenna. My brain doesn’t want to forget anything about you.”

I shook my head. “The whole thing feels creepy to me. How many people read my bio?”

“Just my team and Marshall,” he said in an earnest tone. “I know it’s invasive, but there are some facts we really need to know about our rescues. We need to know what might trigger hostages and set them off. It also helps to understand motivations and behavior.”

Any anger that I was harboring because of the intrusion on my life started to dissipate.

The men that had read my life story had been the same men who had been willing to risk everything to save my life.

It was hard to stay angry about someone invading my privacy when being trafficked and abused had been my alternative.

“I don’t like it,” I told him honestly. “But I guess I understand why it was necessary.”

“I don’t think I’d like it, either,” Brock admitted.

“It makes me feel pretty exposed, and I’ve always avoided that at all costs,” I shared.

“I know,” he said in a low baritone as he reached out, wrapped a powerful arm around my waist, and pulled me against his warm body again.

I melted and snuggled into his warmth.

Yes, I wanted to explore his massive, perfectly toned body, but there was also an element of safety when I was this close to him that I wanted to wallow in.

What I’d told Brock was absolutely true.

I’d had an almost constant feeling of unease since the kidnapping.