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ignoring her doesn’t mean he wants anyone else poaching. Guys like Frederick are funny that way.”
    “Not funny to me.” Not when he stood between Travis and Jess. Sure, she’d never given him any indication she returned his interest, not openly, but Travis knew she felt something. Call it a sixth sense. Gut instinct. Whatever. He could also smell her arousal whenever he got too close, like just now. If Jess were single, Travis knew he could—
    The slap in the back of the head forestalled any interesting thoughts on what he could do to the red-haired doctor.
    He glared at Boris, who took a seat across the aisle from him. “That was uncalled for.”
    The big moose smirked. “So do something about it.”
    “And have Jan threaten to make me into a rug for your living room floor again? No thanks.”
    The vixen was fiercely protective where Boris was concerned. Ironic really given Boris was a borderline psychopath who would prefer to shoot first and drag it home for dinner.
    He also used his cold gaze when playing poker. The moose could bluff like no one’s business and take all of Travis’ money.
    Asshole.
    “Scared of a cute, defenseless woman, imagine that,” Brody mocked.
    Even Boris had to laugh at the definition of Jan as defenseless. The woman could outshoot just about everyone but her dad.
    Yet Boris, ornery moose Boris, reveled in her skills. “My Jan.” A happy grunt of two words said it all. Boris was in love, and he didn’t care who knew. Mock him though, and he’d gladly rearrange your face. Travis knew from experience.
    Still though, if the grumpiest moose with mental issues could settle down with a hot babe like Jan, then there was hope for the rest of them.
    Hell, even free-spirited Brody recently got hitched.
    “Where’s Layla?” Travis inquired. Brody’s mate, some kind of weird witchy woman with a power over bugs and animals, tended to freak a lot of people out.
    Except for Travis. He found anyone who could get a salmon to swim to him in shallow waters so he could swipe it when he went grizzly awesome.
    “Napping in the back. Which is what we should all be doing.”
    “I would be if you’d all shut up,” Gene grumbled from across them where he lay splayed, his eyes shuttered. “Yapping like little girls. It’s fucking annoying.”
    “Go back to sleep, big man. You could use the beauty rest. I might even recommend you sleep for a few weeks.” Travis’ baiting met with only the smallest of growls. Gene didn’t rise to the taunt about his looks, not since he’d found a geeky human who’d mistaken him for a hero.
    Gene, the killer ghost, a deadly polar bear, the most feared man in their gang, a hero?
    And they say I suffered one too many concussions.
    Someone needed to check the prescription on that girl’s glasses because Gene was ugly, but cool, except when he was slapping Travis down on a training mat and telling him to try harder.
    He tuned back in to the conversation going on in hushed tones.
    “Reid got a hold of Sergeant Carson.”
    “I still can’t believe that old bastard is still running the camp,” Boris stated with a shake of his head. “Damn, he’s got to be what, fifty, sixty? I thought for sure he’d have retired. Then again, I haven’t seen or talked to the rhino since we got our discharge.”
    “Oh, he’s still there and still just as ornery as ever. But helpful. He’s sent a vehicle to meet us at the airstrip. Apparently the military is most interested in our target. Seems there were problems a little over a year ago that the townsfolk were attributing to a snake god.”
    “Less god, more like shapeshifter.”
    Nagas were serpentine-based shifters, rare, mostly because their kind were hunted pretty much to extinction because they were so dangerous. A Naga could walk as a man, shift into an actual giant snake, or, if strong enough, do a half shift where, below the waist, they bore the tail and rattle of a snake, their skin sported scales, and their spit