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tried.
    It’s perfectly safe, they’d said. We’ve tested it hundreds of times in other primates. You will be a new man, a superman. The model for all law enforcement and military personnel; never limited by injuries or the physical constraints of a fragile human ever again.
    Yeah right. Sure, physically he looked a lot less fragile than he used to. But mentally? He was utterly, undeniably, and unfortunately far more pathetic than he ever was before.
    He could no longer keep his cool. He was not in control of his emotions.
    Jaxon cursed and pummeled his fists repeatedly into an empty metallic medicine cart until it folded in half upon itself.
    The three-story building that housed his cell used to be a mental institution. How fitting—it was still housing crazies. What was he thinking when he volunteered to be part of this experiment? Okay, so he’d had just one thing, and one thing, only on his mind at the time. Getting better and back on the beat. He’d felt no fear, no hesitation when he signed up. He should have known this wouldn’t land him in a good position. The irony was his lack of fear is what got him two bullet wounds and bound to a desk in the first place.
    Celise’s voice came through the speaker, and he froze on the spot.
    “Good morning, Officer Wentworth. It’s me, Dr. Belderon.”
    He didn’t answer.
    “I know you’re awake, I can see you. I’ve come to examine you and bring you breakfast and some shoes and clothes that should fit.”
    He glared at a spot on the window where he could determine that she was standing based on the where’d he’d, unwittingly, heard her footsteps stop just moments before. “Leave the clothes and food but please, don’t come all the way in.”
    “Why? Are you in violent mood?”
    He rolled his eyes and grunted. He wanted nothing more than to see her. But since he wasn’t sure of his ability to control his emotions at the moment, he didn’t want to risk hurting her. “I have no intention of harming you, Celise.”
    “But I really need to give you an examination. And to talk to you about what’s going on.”
    “You really should just go away.”
    “I thought we were on good terms, Office Wentworth.”
    “We are. But I-” he sighed, closed his eyes and clutched his fist and inhaled until the rage was teetering on the rim, but contained. “Just make it quick.”
    As soon as she opened the door, his temper diminished further as a new emotion rose to the surface. She came into the room wearing a soft-looking green cotton dress that hugged the counters of her body. It came up near her collarbones and fell modestly down past her knees and she wore her long, white lab coat open over it. Yet still she looked seductive. The poor woman couldn’t help it, she had curves that a tarp couldn’t hide, and he couldn’t help admiring them. Even the lab coat, which provided a visual representation of her brains and professionalism, added another layer of sexiness that made Jaxon’s cock stand at attention.
    “So. How are you feeling?” She tugged a new metallic cart behind her, bearing a tray of food, some medical instruments and drug bottles.
    Better , he thought as he watched her breasts bounce slightly while she trotted further into the room in black two-inch high heels. “Terrible.”
    “What’s wrong exactly?”
    “Look at me, doc. I’m a monster.”
    Celise roamed her eyes over him briefly. “So you look like a really dedicated body builder. There’s worse things to look like.”
    “What, you haven’t seen my eyes?”
    “I’m not a man,” Celise laughed. “Of course I’ve seen your eyes.”
    He cocked his head to the side, and allowed the corners of his mouth to curve upwards. It felt odd for his face to be doing anything other than frowning. “Are you implying that I don’t look at yours?”
    She shrugged as she walked over towards him. “Just making a general observation about your gender, that’s all.”
    “Believe me, I’ve generally