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Tessa gave me a sly smile when I reappeared right behind the men. I flashed her a thumbs-up, so she yawned, arching her back and drawing even more attention to her mostly naked upper half. “Well, gentlemen, this has truly been a fascinating tour. My sister and I both thank you.”
Private Osmond finally dragged his gaze away from my sister’s bare body. He cleared his throat. “Of course, ma’am. It was”—he cleared his throat again—“our pleasure.”
He did a double take of the area, as if realizing I was no longer at Tessa’s side, but then relaxed when he saw me standing just behind Private Fitchberg.
“Thanks for the tour!” I said a little too cheerily.
“Do you two want to join us later by the pool in my backyard?” Tessa asked, while toying with the strap on her top. She slid it to her shoulder, letting it fall just enough that, for a moment, it looked as if her breast would pop out.
Private Osmond’s eyes glued to the small triangle of fabric that barely concealed what was beneath. The stench of musk rose so strongly from both squad members, that I had a feeling my sister would be starring in their fantasies for the foreseeable future.
“Um, yeah.” Private Fitchberg cleared his throat. “We could do that. Is seventeen hundred okay?”
“Seventeen hundred?” Tess cocked her head.
I almost snorted but managed to swallow down my laughter, because while my sister played the bimbo well, she was anything but stupid. She knew exactly when seventeen hundred was.
“It’s five o’clock tonight.” Private Osmond’s voice dipped. “Seventeen hundred is military time.”
“Oh!” she batted her eyelashes. “That sounds perfect! We’ll see you two then.” She waved playfully, then grabbed my hand.
Her hips swayed the entire time we sauntered out, and I knew, from the aroused scent we left in our wakes, that each private was still watching my sister until we rounded the corner.
Once we were out of eyesight, I couldn’t stop my grin. “You’re a shameless hussy.”
She laughed, then said proudly, “I know.”
We both fell into a fit of laughter, and I was about to ask her if she really intended to have both men over tonight, when a siren blared from the command center and electric sparks from the wards flared near the runway.
A dozen SF members ran from around the hanger, particle guns in hand, just as Private Osmond yelled to my sister and me, “Get back to your bungalow now!”
My heart jumped into my throat when the wards activated again, a skittering of green sparks shooting across the entire dome. My nostrils flared just as a shape took form outside of the wards.
A large male figure stood only a hundred yards away, testing the wards at this very second. And as the SF mobilized, obviously not knowing if he was friend or foe, a fluttery feeling began in my stomach as I took in the lethal grace with which he prowled along its perimeter, testing and provoking the magical barrier.
“Is that who I think it is?” Tessa whispered in amazement as a flurry of squad members flew past us.
My wolf whined in happiness, and my stomach became a twisting motion of nerves. I fought the excited smile that wanted to curve my lips and managed to reply, “It is.”
The Fire Wolf had arrived.