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aggravating her. Thought I was doing her a favor by staying away,” Tersch grumbled.
    “Well, you're not. And every time she or Mrs. Sharpe is upset with you, I have to hear about it. So cut it the fuck out. I don't care if you have to pretend. Just go back to acting like a dick.”
    Tersch's slow smile showed a hint of fang. “Aye, aye, Lieutenant Hawkins. You want me to be a dick, will do.”
    “Terrific,” Jules muttered. Nude, he strode over to the door and opened it. He mentally called out, “Fallon, bring Olivia. I want you two to be all over Tersch. He’s better now, but he could use more help. Make him feel like part of the team. And make him interact with Olivia. Show him he won’t hurt her. We know he won’t, but he’s not convinced.”
    Though Jules wasn't telepathic, Fallon was. By projecting hard along the pathway Fallon had created for him, Jules could reach Fallon almost anywhere.
    “Sure thing, boss.”
    Fallon appeared moments later with Olivia behind him. The sexy woman wore a skimpy little negligee that would have had Jules joining them if another woman's bright blue gaze didn't constantly crop up in his mind's eye. And that he couldn't admit without everyone thinking he'd lost his mind. He shielded his thoughts, concerned Fallon or Olivia might pick up something he didn't want them to.
    “Oh hell. Jules, you didn't.” Tersch groaned, especially when Olivia snickered, raced past Jules, and jumped on Tersch on the bed.
    Fallon entered. “No, I did. Olivia's missed playing with you, idiot.” Fallon grinned and dropped his shorts. “Now, big guy, how about you give my woman some lovin'?”
    Jules left the sound of feminine laughter behind him and shut the door, assured that Tersch would recover. He wasn't yet a hundred percent, but his progression back into the Circ they all knew and loved would come around.
    Reentering his own room, he headed straight for the bathroom. In a shower stall big enough to accommodate changed Circs, he washed off the remnants of sex he'd been needing as well. The mating heats had yet to relent. He wondered why Mrs. Sharpe continued to refuse them the shots that usually subdued their carnal needs.
    Since she'd replaced Admiral London nearly a year ago, Mrs. Sharpe had taken the team on some weird turns. At first, the Dawn Endeavor mission had been set up to fight science gone wrong around the globe, on behalf of the United States government. After all, who better to exterminate mutant Circs than Circs themselves? Then the admiral's new project had come under attack, and Mrs.
    Sharpe had redirected the team to eliminate the new threat. With Captain William Delancey now dead, they had only Colonel Ricardo Montaña and the man or men he worked for to take care of.
    Jules swore again, wishing he could recall more details about his time away.
    Despite Mrs. Sharpe's attempts to help him remember, he had a lot of dark spots he still couldn't make sense of mingled with bouts of clearheaded specifics. He remembered a Dr. Silva, the presence of rogue Circs. Most of his memories centered on a dark, humid place, where he'd been chained, drugged, and beaten. The heady smell of the tropics tickled his memory, and with it came the sultry scent of a woman and sex and need. The glimpses he had of her told him she had to be real, no matter that no one seemed to know a damn thing about her.
    Jules huffed and worked some shampoo into his hair. He was sick of so much secrecy. Conspiracies around every corner. Women who disappeared like ghosts in the night…
    No matter how often he tried to move on with his life, snatches of his experience in the jungle continued to return, obliterating any sense of peace. And on the edge of the fists, the knives, and the numbing drugs that held his beast in check, he'd envision the woman his beast considered his . While working on missions, eating his breakfast, or even staring into fucking space, Jules continued to see rich, dark red hair, blue eyes