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in amusement at the thought, he would have. But he was afraid smiling would show off his big predator’s teeth and wouldn’t put her at ease.
    Her voice was sweet, in awe, and appealed to him on some deeper level. She was American like he and his sister were, but he couldn’t place the region she was from. He nudged her arm with his nose to show he meant her no ill will, pretending he had been someone’s pet. It would work well for all concerned if she believed it.
    She put her hand on his paw, as if accepting his friendship, and he grunted in his jaguar way. But her touch was doing things to his body that he shouldn’t be thinking of as a jaguar.
    His sister looked down at him from a higher branch. She appeared contemplative as she turned her attention to the woman. The woman’s hair was very dark brown and long and curly, the ends dripping with water. Again, he wondered how she had gotten so wet.
    She was drenched, her lightweight, tan-colored clothes clinging provocatively to her figure, which he could enjoy without fear of censure because she thought he was only a cat. Dark pebbled nipples were visible under her wet shirt and bra, and he studied them with fascination. Mainly because the bra was some kind of leopard print yet sheer enough that he could see her rigid nipples.
    Hell, he hadn’t been with a woman in months. And right now observing this woman was taking a toll on his body.
    He rested his head on her lap to make sure she wasn’t still afraid of the two jaguars protecting her and would try to slip away into the jungle if he should fall asleep, or that she would accidentally fall from the tree and injure herself further.
    Unable to ignore that carnal, feral side of his jaguar nature that wanted to learn just how ripe she was to have his offspring, he breathed in her musky feminine scent. Not that he normally sniffed at a woman in that way—mainly because he had never been in a situation like this before—but with his head resting in her lap, he couldn’t help himself. And didn’t want to, either. Yeah, she was ready. If she had been a jaguar and he hadn’t been a shifter, he would definitely have been enticed to see just how receptive she would be to his advances. But he was a shifter and she was strictly human, which should have meant paws off.
    She frowned at him. “Connor Anderson?” she whispered.
    He stared at her. Her voice. That’s what had sounded so familiar. It… it couldn’t be Captain Kathleen McKnight. For a second, he thought she knew he was the jaguar, then he realized she couldn’t. So how had she known he “ran” with a jaguar out here? But she had been a blonde before and had blue eyes.
    She stroked his head as if he was her pet. It was her. She was safe, healed from her injuries from that firefight a year ago. So what was she doing in the jungle again? Another undercover mission?
    But then her hand rubbed his head some more, and she stole his thoughts.
    If she only knew the lascivious notions he was having about her, thinking of what he would attempt if they had both been jaguar-shifters.
    She finally relaxed, leaning one shoulder against the tree trunk, which helped him to relax a little. He liked the feel of her caressing his broad head, the gentleness of her touch, the way she sighed deeply. He couldn’t close his eyes, though, not with the way he kept breathing in her feminine scent and enjoying the softness of her lap, even after her hand stilled and her breathing slowed until he assumed she had fallen asleep.
    He couldn’t believe how different she looked, but he had recognized her scent and her voice.
    Why was she here?
    When the dark finally came, he raised his head and saw that she was indeed sleeping. He looked up at Maya. She was watching him curiously, a speculative gleam in her golden eyes, and she knew just what he intended to do. He leaped from the branch to the ground, and she jumped down to the one Kat was sleeping on, then followed his example and rested