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conditioning to forget that all of this ever happened, Kelis comes with us. I assume you two want to take up guard duty?” Connor queried, his gaze flicking between Grant and Grim.
    “Sir, yes sir,” Grim said with a smile, earning a chuckle from Connor.
    “Very well then.”
    As if on call, Kelis’s soft voice came over the intercom, full of confidence and knowing exactly what she was doing. Grim wasn’t sure if she could be any sexier if she tried.
    “Gentlemen, buckle in. We’re going in for a landing and it might be a rocky one.”
    Grant was already crouching next to a leaner-looking man, possibly one of the teams’ quarterbacks, who looked slightly worse for wear. No wonder, considering a smaller man probably couldn’t have held up very well against all those human mountains that had been swinging their fists around like drunken Irishmen on St Paddy’s Day.
    “He’ll be fine, man. Sit down,” Grim said, finding a seat that seemed more clean than bloody and putting the seatbelt on.
    “Duty first,” Grant grumbled, making sure the man’s airway wasn’t constricted.
    It had been a hell of a day. They’d smuggled themselves in on the plane, expecting a small scuffle with a potential Arctics’ drug test, and they’d found themselves in something straight out of some sort of Marvel movie, chemical agents being used to turn common humans into frenzied killing machines. Grim had to figure that the reason the football teams had been chosen was to see how much damage they could really do with the neurotoxin, while The Arctics kept a watchful eye over all of it.
    But as it sometimes happened, The Firm was one step ahead of the baddies and Squad Six got to have some fun. Not that The Firm was particularly squeaky clean or made of angel dust and butterfly wings itself, but as far as Grim could tell, it was at least more on the side of good than it was on the side of evil. Granted, The Arctics weren’t much of a measuring stick to use to confirm that.
    Grim relaxed against the seat with a sigh, feeling the aftereffects of going blow for blow with not only trained Arctics operatives, but some pretty hard-hitting football jocks as well. He was certainly going to feel those bruises. But it didn’t seem to matter that much this time. Usually, Grim would be somewhat sour at the end of a mission, not at all enthused by the paperwork and reports they had to file on the accounts.
    This time, it meant that any minute wasted might mean one moment longer with Kelis. And that was oddly enticing.
    “So what do you really think about Kelis?” Grim asked as Grant sat down in time for the airplane to let its landing gear down.
    “As long as she gets us on the ground in one piece, I have nothing but admiration for her,” Grant said, giving Grim a pointed look.
    “That’s not what I’m asking, man.”
    “I know.”
    Grant smirked and Grim caught hold of that, shaking his head slightly with a grin of his own. The twins had not really discussed what would happen if they ever found a woman that interested them both. In general, cougars rarely had Alpha twins to begin with, as they were more solitary creatures, but Grim and Grant had been the first of their parents’ children and most definitely twins, so that was one convention they’d broken as soon as they could.
    It rarely seemed like an option, really, finding one woman that would satisfy them both as well as tie them together more. While they were close, they’d mostly kept their love lives separate because they had vastly different tastes. Grim liked women with attitude and drive, crazy girls who could start off drinking tequila at the beginning of the night and then lead him to bungee jumping in Brazil by the next morning.
    Grant, on the other hand, appreciated women who could hold a conversation with him and challenge him intellectually. It was a Herculean task finding a woman that would fit those two very different molds.
    Yet with Kelis, Grim got the sneaking