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upon this course of action. The psychiatrist who had agreed with the decision six years ago had been convinced this much time would mean an end of the issue. But what did a psychiatrist really know about a man’s heart? In this case, the book-educated man was wrong, very wrong. Paul Benate didn’t look like a man who had let his wife go.
    “It can be dealt with without your involvement.”
    Doctor Paul Benate’s eyes flickered briefly. A strong hand reached out and retrieved a surveillance photo sitting on the general’s desk. The man’s face didn’t betray a single emotion as he slowly contemplated the woman in the photograph.
    “No. I will deal with her. I began this.”
    His answer was whisper soft. His voice didn’t betray him but a good look into the doctor’s eyes revealed the rage that burned just below the surface. No, the issue was not dead. It was perhaps more alive today than six years ago.
    “Then I suggest you get a good night’s sleep. It will probably be your last.”
    A slight smile appeared on the doctor’s face before he turned and left the office. Valda reached out and retrieved his phone. The orders he issued into the receiver were short and very clear. The receiver was dropped back onto its cradle with a precise smack that very much resembled the pounding of a gavel.
    Paul paused outside the plain door that led to one of the few four-star generals in the United States Army. The entire post was nondescript by design. A merging of white and ecru paint colors that blended together to resemble an office cubicle. Something completely devoid of character or personality. The first rule of any cutting-edge project was to keep it under wraps. At least, as far as military technology went.
    It was the polar opposite to Jolene.
    He winced as her face rose in full color in his mind. Along with the vision came the memory of her voice and the way her skin smelled. Each little detail tormented him, but he wouldn’t banish the sight of her from his thoughts. She was the fountain of life he’d touched once. A siren he’d held in his arms. Even now, he couldn’t help but enjoy the image of her.
    His blood heated up a notch as his cock stirred. He frowned as he felt the rise of need nipping along the organ. A craving that he’d carried for six years. He’d known that she wasn’t for him, but when you were young, you believed in making a dream come true.
    Reality had a way of crushing those whimsical ideas into dust. Sweet, young Jonnie wasn’t meant for his world. In his life, there were guns and secrets people would kill for. He’d let her go because he just couldn’t be selfish enough to let his love turn her into bait. Today, the bitter taste of defeat filled his mouth as he considered the danger he’d placed her in. Knowing him, loving him had stained her bright red, making a target out of her. Since he’d let her go, he’d headed up two projects that were worth a lot of money on the black market. Breaking his loyalty was in high demand among the groups that made their living selling weapons to the highest bidder.
    One sunset-washed-beach meeting had somehow led him to this moment. A night that he’d never recovered from. Working on a top-secret project came with security that didn’t allow him to escape the confines of base very often. The more critical the project, the less chance he had of getting past the front gate. It was something he’d been willing to sacrifice before meeting Jolene. Shackling himself to a project granted him the ability to play with all the compounds that civilians didn’t have the legal right to handle. His overactive brain had always been intoxicated by the idea of testing combinations. It held a mesmerizing effect over him for as long as he could recall. His brain would dream it and he became determined to forge that vision into life. Working with the military gave him everything he needed to build his dream machines, but they kept control of his projects in