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him,” I pointed out.
    “Look, how long do you think you can keep your feelings for him a secret? Kirk and I figured it out after a week.”
    “He’s not ready.” I shook my head vehemently.
    “He isn’t, or you aren’t?” Hammer cocked a brow.
    “I’m going to get showered. I’m meeting Harley over at the studio. What are you guys up to today?”
    “Making sure the other ones don’t get into trouble,” Hammer chuckled.
    My phone shrilled and I looked down at the caller I.D. Mac Collins was calling.
    “I think our plans just changed.”

Chapter 3
    Achilles
     
    I chuckled softly into my headset as Mac paced before a group of recruits. They were all fitted with vests for this training exercise. I held the rifle that would set those vests off. Hammer and Buster were in the trees about a half-mile from me. I was in a ghillie suit covered in pine needles and cones.
    “Spread out, boys, and don’t get dead,” Mac shouted.
    I had the perfect vantage spot to watch the newest recruits. Maybe half of them would make it. The first shout floated across the forest and I cracked a grin. One of the recruits crested my hill and I shot him, his vest filling the air with beeping noises.
    “Fuck!” he yelled.
    One by one, they were all picked off by either me, Buster or Hammer. The last recruit was trying to belly-crawl back to the safe point, his eyes taking in his surroundings warily. When the other recruits walked out into the open, he stood up and began yelling.
    “Hell, yeah! I made it!”
    I jumped to my feet right behind him and put my blade to his throat.
    “Now you’re dead,” I whispered in his ear.
    “Holy fuck. Where the hell did you come from?” he asked.
    “Guys, meet Achilles.” Mac gestured to me. “Our resident sniper.”
    I removed my knife from the guy’s throat and strode across the forest in my suit. Most of the recruits were staring at me wide-eyed as I reached Mac’s side.
    “I know you!” One of them pointed at me. “Your picture is on the wall at sniper school!”
    “Yes, it is,” Mac acknowledged. “And none of you will ever replace it. Seems you’ve been out of the military for too long, boys. We’re going to have to pound it back into you. Hammer, Buster! Take the boys for a run, will ya?”
    I chuckled as they all groaned and fell in line with Hammer and Buster. I removed my jacket, sipping from one of the water bottles Mac provided. Mac leaned against the bed of his truck, eyeing me.
    “You sure you don’t want to transfer to wet work, Achilles? We could use a guy like you.”
    “I’m done with death, Mac, but thanks.”
    “Yeah, I get that. How’s everything else? Harley not wearing you out too much, is he?”
    I choked on my water and Mac grinned.
    “Harley is…well, he’s better.”
    “If you’ve got some down time, I’d like you to work with a few of these guys. They have potential.”
    “I can’t say when I’d have down time, but I’ll definitely look into it. Some of these guys are too cocky.”
    “And Axel will beat it right out of them during combatives,” Mac snickered.
    “So will Hammer.” I laughed.
     
    ~*~
    I drove out to the studio after I’d showered and dressed. I took the side entrance, hoping to not cause a disturbance. Harley was sitting on a stool in the corner with a guitar, and I stepped behind the wall, just watching him. He strummed the strings lightly and then began singing. I knew the song, “More Than Words” by Extreme. His eyes were closed and I marveled at how gorgeous he looked sitting there. How could anyone treat him like he didn’t make a difference? Like he didn’t matter? I stepped back further when Gareth entered the room. He sat down on the adjacent stool and picked up his own guitar, joining Harley in the song.
    I was rooted to the spot. They sounded fabulous together. The first time I’d heard Harley sing was at Halloween. He had a voice that was smooth as silk and a presence on stage that commanded attention.