him and climbed to her feet. Loneliness washed over him.
“What’s really wrong with you, Teague?”
She turned her back on him, her arms crossed over her middle. “Nothing I can’t handle on my own.”
Teague had grown so used to being alone, she wouldn’t accept help, regardless of whether she needed it or not.
He came up behind her and ran his hands down her arms. “That’s the thing, Teague. You don’t have to handle it on your own.”
Whipping around, she swallowed hard, her eyes red-rimmed against her pale face. “There’s nothing you, or anyone else can do for me. Don’t concern yourself, Dylan.”
Now he understood her obsession with genetics. She wanted to fix her family history for the future. Stiff and in-control Teague Hamilton had no evil plan to take over the world with Cyrus - only a hope to save hers.
She tossed her cup in the trash and walked away. “Just forget today happened, Dylan. Get back to the lab. You have a big day tomorrow.”
***
“You have lost it, Teague Benet Hamilton.”
Rubbing her eyes with a thumb and forefinger, Teague sat back in her lab chair. She was tired after spending the night working on her DNA and checking on Dylan while he slept.
The super agent’s in-your-face charm had turned her character on its ear.
She’d always been the straitlaced, logical, dependable scientist. The employee that was always available because she didn’t have a social life, the hermit that valued her privacy as a comfort zone.
Yet, here she sat, a week after meeting said super agent, wearing contact lenses instead of glasses, makeup on her face, and thinking about what she would wear to Jocelyn’s birthday party.
She almost felt… shallow.
Jocelyn and Hope had made her feel more than welcome, inviting her to coffee, giving her a plant as a welcome gift, and sneaking her up to the D.I.R.E. roof lounge for late night drinks. She’d tried to decline their invitations, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
They talked about everything from ongoing projects to fashion, and of course, men. For relationships she didn’t want to nurture, they now felt almost like friends.
Mitchell stuck his head around the corner. “Are you ready to see the clone?”
They’d brought back the blond man that held her at gunpoint on the beach. Mitchell and his team interrogated him yesterday. Now, it was her turn to talk to him and take his DNA samples.
Turnabout was fair play.
She was anxious to see what made Cyrus’s clones tick. What differences lay between them and naturally conceived humans.
“Yes, Mitchell,” she said, walking to a nearby cabinet and grabbing a case of supplies.
He led her out of the lab and down the hallway. “Do you have any specific instructions for me?” she said, “Or, can I do my thing?”
Pressing the elevator button, he allowed her to enter before he followed her inside. “Do your thing, Doctor. I don’t anticipate anything significant. We used Agent Monroe, our electrical conductor, to interrogate him and quickly realized the clone would rather die than answer questions. Their do or die loyalty to Cyrus is genuine.”
“Do you think it’s safe for me to be alone with him?” she said, as they made their way down the security wing.
“You won’t be alone. My son, Tristan, will be in the room, but he will be cloaked.” Mitchell pointed at a tall, dark and mouthwatering man approaching from the other direction. “The clone won’t know he’s there.”
She gave Tristan a quick onceover. “He turns invisible?”
Mitchell gave her a half grin. “Yes, among other things.”
Tristan nodded at her before disappearing into a green fog.
Holy smokes . She would never call anything impossible again.
Turning the corner, they made their way down the hall, to a cell just doors from the one she’d visited a week ago. The blond clone lay on the bed, an arm over his eyes. The early morning sun laid shadows over the mountains in the window.
“Van?
“What’s really wrong with you, Teague?”
She turned her back on him, her arms crossed over her middle. “Nothing I can’t handle on my own.”
Teague had grown so used to being alone, she wouldn’t accept help, regardless of whether she needed it or not.
He came up behind her and ran his hands down her arms. “That’s the thing, Teague. You don’t have to handle it on your own.”
Whipping around, she swallowed hard, her eyes red-rimmed against her pale face. “There’s nothing you, or anyone else can do for me. Don’t concern yourself, Dylan.”
Now he understood her obsession with genetics. She wanted to fix her family history for the future. Stiff and in-control Teague Hamilton had no evil plan to take over the world with Cyrus - only a hope to save hers.
She tossed her cup in the trash and walked away. “Just forget today happened, Dylan. Get back to the lab. You have a big day tomorrow.”
***
“You have lost it, Teague Benet Hamilton.”
Rubbing her eyes with a thumb and forefinger, Teague sat back in her lab chair. She was tired after spending the night working on her DNA and checking on Dylan while he slept.
The super agent’s in-your-face charm had turned her character on its ear.
She’d always been the straitlaced, logical, dependable scientist. The employee that was always available because she didn’t have a social life, the hermit that valued her privacy as a comfort zone.
Yet, here she sat, a week after meeting said super agent, wearing contact lenses instead of glasses, makeup on her face, and thinking about what she would wear to Jocelyn’s birthday party.
She almost felt… shallow.
Jocelyn and Hope had made her feel more than welcome, inviting her to coffee, giving her a plant as a welcome gift, and sneaking her up to the D.I.R.E. roof lounge for late night drinks. She’d tried to decline their invitations, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
They talked about everything from ongoing projects to fashion, and of course, men. For relationships she didn’t want to nurture, they now felt almost like friends.
Mitchell stuck his head around the corner. “Are you ready to see the clone?”
They’d brought back the blond man that held her at gunpoint on the beach. Mitchell and his team interrogated him yesterday. Now, it was her turn to talk to him and take his DNA samples.
Turnabout was fair play.
She was anxious to see what made Cyrus’s clones tick. What differences lay between them and naturally conceived humans.
“Yes, Mitchell,” she said, walking to a nearby cabinet and grabbing a case of supplies.
He led her out of the lab and down the hallway. “Do you have any specific instructions for me?” she said, “Or, can I do my thing?”
Pressing the elevator button, he allowed her to enter before he followed her inside. “Do your thing, Doctor. I don’t anticipate anything significant. We used Agent Monroe, our electrical conductor, to interrogate him and quickly realized the clone would rather die than answer questions. Their do or die loyalty to Cyrus is genuine.”
“Do you think it’s safe for me to be alone with him?” she said, as they made their way down the security wing.
“You won’t be alone. My son, Tristan, will be in the room, but he will be cloaked.” Mitchell pointed at a tall, dark and mouthwatering man approaching from the other direction. “The clone won’t know he’s there.”
She gave Tristan a quick onceover. “He turns invisible?”
Mitchell gave her a half grin. “Yes, among other things.”
Tristan nodded at her before disappearing into a green fog.
Holy smokes . She would never call anything impossible again.
Turning the corner, they made their way down the hall, to a cell just doors from the one she’d visited a week ago. The blond clone lay on the bed, an arm over his eyes. The early morning sun laid shadows over the mountains in the window.
“Van?
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