wasn’t important.
Duke grabbed her. “We need to go.”
“ Wait,” she said, tugging to stand in place. “Can you? I have to know.”
Was he really the man whose DNA she ’d been obsessed with? How could that be? Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. This was a side effect of fear.
It had to be.
With a groan, he picked her up. He actually had the nerve to lift her as if her thoughts on anything didn’t matter. She was trying to solve a mystery and he was manhandling her?
Figures her dream DNA belonged to a brute. He thought with all his br awn he could simply carry her around as if she were a doll. Mercy was about to give him a full verbal lashing when she ran her hands over his forearm.
Wow. He really did have big arms.
What was I going to yell about again?
Chapter Ten
Duke grabbed Mercy around the waist, lifting her with ease. She barely weighed anything, and once he got her free and clear from the shooters after them, he’d damn well make sure she knew she needed to eat more. He liked his women with some meat on their bones.
He tensed, nearly squeezing her too tight. She made a weak noise and stopped talking for the briefest of moments, telling him to ease his hold on her.
My woman.
He held her much like one would tuck a football under their arm to run with. Strangely, she kept gabbing. She seemed to have a question about everything, though none of them made a lot of sense to him. They seemed to be nonsensical ramblings.
She ’s in shock.
“ You’re very strong,” she said, as he ran through the doorway with her. “Do you lift weights? How much do you lift? Can you bench press a person? Do you take steroids? You do, don’t you? Is your penis small because of them? Wait, do wolf shifters need them? Are you a wolf shifter? By chance does the Corporation have your DNA sequence on file? If so, do you understand you are like the perfect male? I mean it. Totally perfect.”
He glanced down at her and wondered if it really was shock or if this was how she normally was. The woman had been laughing during her DMV photo. Maybe she had a few screws loose. Plus, she’d thought he’d been there to fix her sink—with a handgun. As he realized she’d insulted his manhood, he grunted.
He did not do steroids and his cock was not small. He nearly shouted as much. Instead, he filed it away for later—when he’d show her just how big he really was.
She clutched his arm, he r fingers digging in as he twisted to knock away an enemy. “Ouch,” she said. “Too tight, Mr. Might-be-a- canis-lupus .”
Duke ’s chest constricted and he loosened his hold on her somewhat. “Sorry.”
It took him a minute to realize what she ’d called him. The Latin word for wolf. Just his luck he’d be totally and completely attracted to a woman who was way smarter than him.
She peered up at him from under a layer of red hair that was falling in her face. “How many calories a day do you intake to be able to… Oh, another bad guy.”
Duke took a second to register what she was saying. He turned with her fast, setting her down and shielding her with his body as another hired thug appeared. This one was at the end of the hall. Corbin came busting thro ugh a wall between Duke and the newest threat. Drywall dust was all over the captain’s head. He did a double-tap with his weapon in the direction of the newest threat and the guy dropped.
Duke nodded his thanks before facing Mercy. Her eyes were wide as sh e looked past him. He sighed. She saw him as a monster. “That man would have killed you. It was kill or be killed.”
She tipped her head and stared up at him. “What? Oh, him? Yes. It was a necessary elimination.”
“ You’re not upset?” he asked, surprised.
She pointed at Corbin. “That man came through the wall.”
He nearly laughed. She was the target of a strike team and the only thing she seemed stunned by was the fact Corbin broke through a wall. “Yes. He did.”
“ Like a
Duke grabbed her. “We need to go.”
“ Wait,” she said, tugging to stand in place. “Can you? I have to know.”
Was he really the man whose DNA she ’d been obsessed with? How could that be? Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. This was a side effect of fear.
It had to be.
With a groan, he picked her up. He actually had the nerve to lift her as if her thoughts on anything didn’t matter. She was trying to solve a mystery and he was manhandling her?
Figures her dream DNA belonged to a brute. He thought with all his br awn he could simply carry her around as if she were a doll. Mercy was about to give him a full verbal lashing when she ran her hands over his forearm.
Wow. He really did have big arms.
What was I going to yell about again?
Chapter Ten
Duke grabbed Mercy around the waist, lifting her with ease. She barely weighed anything, and once he got her free and clear from the shooters after them, he’d damn well make sure she knew she needed to eat more. He liked his women with some meat on their bones.
He tensed, nearly squeezing her too tight. She made a weak noise and stopped talking for the briefest of moments, telling him to ease his hold on her.
My woman.
He held her much like one would tuck a football under their arm to run with. Strangely, she kept gabbing. She seemed to have a question about everything, though none of them made a lot of sense to him. They seemed to be nonsensical ramblings.
She ’s in shock.
“ You’re very strong,” she said, as he ran through the doorway with her. “Do you lift weights? How much do you lift? Can you bench press a person? Do you take steroids? You do, don’t you? Is your penis small because of them? Wait, do wolf shifters need them? Are you a wolf shifter? By chance does the Corporation have your DNA sequence on file? If so, do you understand you are like the perfect male? I mean it. Totally perfect.”
He glanced down at her and wondered if it really was shock or if this was how she normally was. The woman had been laughing during her DMV photo. Maybe she had a few screws loose. Plus, she’d thought he’d been there to fix her sink—with a handgun. As he realized she’d insulted his manhood, he grunted.
He did not do steroids and his cock was not small. He nearly shouted as much. Instead, he filed it away for later—when he’d show her just how big he really was.
She clutched his arm, he r fingers digging in as he twisted to knock away an enemy. “Ouch,” she said. “Too tight, Mr. Might-be-a- canis-lupus .”
Duke ’s chest constricted and he loosened his hold on her somewhat. “Sorry.”
It took him a minute to realize what she ’d called him. The Latin word for wolf. Just his luck he’d be totally and completely attracted to a woman who was way smarter than him.
She peered up at him from under a layer of red hair that was falling in her face. “How many calories a day do you intake to be able to… Oh, another bad guy.”
Duke took a second to register what she was saying. He turned with her fast, setting her down and shielding her with his body as another hired thug appeared. This one was at the end of the hall. Corbin came busting thro ugh a wall between Duke and the newest threat. Drywall dust was all over the captain’s head. He did a double-tap with his weapon in the direction of the newest threat and the guy dropped.
Duke nodded his thanks before facing Mercy. Her eyes were wide as sh e looked past him. He sighed. She saw him as a monster. “That man would have killed you. It was kill or be killed.”
She tipped her head and stared up at him. “What? Oh, him? Yes. It was a necessary elimination.”
“ You’re not upset?” he asked, surprised.
She pointed at Corbin. “That man came through the wall.”
He nearly laughed. She was the target of a strike team and the only thing she seemed stunned by was the fact Corbin broke through a wall. “Yes. He did.”
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