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Alpha priority.”
    “Thanks.”
    “No issues, dude. But ah…Ember huh? Did you guys ever hook up after you left for the Corps?”
    Joseph closed his eyes and shook his head even though his brother couldn’t see him. “Nah, I went back after I got out…before I joined Guardian. Wanted to see if she was still interested. Saw her with a guy. She wasn’t missing me.”
    “Damn. Didn’t know. You had it bad for that one.”
    “Still do man.”
    “Fuck.” The whispered word conveyed one hell of a punch.
    “Yeah, you said it.” Joseph cleared his throat. “What about that info?”
    “Jared should be pulling it up soon…yeah, just got confirmation that he received it and is processing the request.”
    “Jacob…get me on a damn plane.”
    “All right, yeah, I’m working it. It’s good to have you back in the States. Stop by and see us before you disappear again. Your nephew is getting big.”
    “Not back here for long. Depends on how this mess with Ember pans out. I will say goodbye before I leave.”
    Jacob’s pause lingered before he cleared his voice and spoke. “You never say goodbye. Why are you back in the States? What’s going on?”
    “Same shit, different day, little man.” Joseph hung up the phone and lay back on the hotel bed closing his eyes. Ember Harris. He remembered her curly dark red hair, huge green eyes, beautiful smile and hot, tight body. That girl did it for him then. Hell, she did it for him, period.
    He recalled the makeout sessions they had stumbled their way through, learning how to be with her. What to touch, kiss, lick or nip to light her fire. Damn, it got him hot now. He’d taken thousands of cold showers thanks to his raging teenage hormones. Joseph palmed his cock and adjusted himself. Getting up slowly, he groaned and stooped over. Pain hit him in hard rolling waves only slightly dulled by the effects of his last oxycodone. He unbuttoned his shirt and winced. Seeping wounds stuck to the fabric of his shirt. The pull of the adhered material killed the reaction certain parts of his body had from his trot down memory lane with Ember Harris.
    He picked up his empty bag and repacked it with changes of clothes and ammunition. He’d returned Ember’s call as soon as he’d checked in. Joseph glanced at his watch. In the country for less than two hours before he was on the move again. That had to be a record—even for him. He’d just placed his backpack in the closet, only to draw it out once again. His knife, usually idle while in the States, lay sharpened and stowed in its leg sheath next to the backpack. He checked his Desert Eagle 45 automatic and secured it in his shoulder holster dropping it onto the bed. Joseph drew another deep breath and walked to the bathroom. A hot shower might help to loosen his muscles and ease the pain.
    The wounds on his ribs pulled open and the pain slashed through his shattered nerve endings. The agony forced him to grab the sink for support. His immediate punch of the bathroom vanity proved utterly fucking stupid. Torrents of misery from his side and now his abused hand cut through him again. Damn. This wasn’t a good time to renew his acquaintance with anyone, especially someone in trouble.
    His life had taken so many radical turns since he’d last seen her. The isolation and secrecy that surrounded him now prevented all but the most impersonal of contact. The women in his life weren’t relationships. He used them for physical relief of his fucked up needs. He’d changed. The person she once knew no longer existed. For too many years the job was his only focus. He shrugged his shoulders under the hot water of the shower and winced as thousands of lightning bolts blazed through his torso.
    Once again, his job had nearly killed him. The recent flaying of the skin across his chest, back and ribs stood in stark testimony to the life he lived. Oh yes, the delightful rami-fucking-cations of misjudging just one glance. One look meant the