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basement level.” Her gaze pierced Ramirez in place. “No windows. No sun. No nature.”
    Brock knew she’d never do that. But her words had the desired effect. Ramirez turned pale. He glanced at Brock.
    “She’s in charge. Behave.”
    Cynthia jerked sideways , narrowing her eyes at him. “That goes for you too. Behave.”
    If she only knew. He’d closed off his feelings for any other woman after what she’d done. His team was what mattered for the past ten years. The work they did. Saving those people who had disappeared had been his main goal in life. But now she’d returned. There was no way in hell he was going to sit by and not take advantage of that.
    In order to find out why she left him , he’d need to spend time with her. Wear her down until she opened up to him. He’d find out. If it meant dragging her deliciously curvy body into his bed and doing some really unprofessional things to her, then so be it. He could live with that.
    She headed for the door , stopped at the entrance, and turned to Ramirez. “Try not to get into any more trouble.” She nodded at Donovan. “Keep him in line.”
    Donovan grinned. “Welcome to the team.”
    “Aw, hell,” Tony groaned.
    Brock watched her leave his office. His gaze immediately dropped to her ass. She still had the curves that made his mouth water. He’d always loved that about her. She wasn’t a stick figure. S he was fucking hot. Cyn was tough enough to never let anyone take her for a ride. But she was also a good person. Kind. Caring. Compassionate. He’d seen that inner beauty of hers. It made him want to fight against whatever it was that drove her from him in the first place.

 
     
     
     
    Cynthia tried to keep her cool as she headed for her office. After all the training and extractions she’d done, it’d suck completely for her to lose her self-control now. Dammit! She clenched her teeth. James’ body had pulverized every brain cell and shot her thoughts straight to the gutter. To that place she was familiar with—where he’d ruled her mind and body, and she’d given up all pretense of even caring that he was in control.
    Her blood sizzled with awareness. It wouldn’t do her any good to give in to her desires. This was a different time. She was a different woman. James was…fucking hell! He looked so good he made her eyes water.
    Memories drifted through her mind. Of all the times he’d sh own her how much he wanted her. They’d been explosive in bed. Heck, they’d been explosive out of it. He’d been the only man who made her melt with a single smile. One grin and her body temperature skyrocketed. If only those feelings stayed in the past. Instead, she felt like she’d gotten an electric shock from her head to her toes. Tingles swept down her body, pooling at her core. Carajo! Great time for her hormones to remember he was her biggest—hell, her only, desire.
    Galvez stood by her window.
    Tension twisted in her stomach, into a thick uncomfortable knot that pushed her to lash out. “What are you doing here?”
    He lifted a bushy dark brow. “You seem to forget who I am.”
    She ground her teeth. Tomorrow she’d have a horrible pain in her jaw, but that didn’t matter right now. “I assure you, I’ve tried very hard to forget who you are, but it’s not working.”
    A vein twitched on his left cheek. She watched it, fascinated.
    “Cynthia, I only want to help you succeed.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need your help.”
    “I want to move past this awkwardness. I want us to grow—”
    “I don’t know what the heck gave you the impression I’m interested in growing anything with you, but lose that idea.”
    “Cynthia, your being here means a lot to me.”
    Anger urged her feet, and she marched around him to her desk to sit. Leather squeaked. She hated the tall chair. Her damn feet dangled. At five–two, she knew she was short, but that chair just made her feel like a midget.
    “Look, Galvez, we both know you are