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“She has a nasty lump on the back of her head.” North frowned, his gloved hand gently probing Frankie’s skull. “My guess is she has a concussion.”

“Do you have a doctor here?” Jameson asked.

I shook my head. “We’re well-stocked, but no medic.”

North lifted Frankie into his arms. “I can help them.”

Relief punched through me. “Thanks, North.”

I watched Jordan lead North down the tunnel to the infirmary. I prayed Frankie would be okay.

Then a big, broad body stepped in front of me.

“You’re bleeding.” Jameson touched my cheek. “You have a cut over your eye.”

I swiped at my wet hair. “It’s nothing.”

“It could get infected. I’ll clean it for you.”

“Here.” One of my engineers rushed forward carrying a stack of towels. “So you can all dry off.” He handed them out to the Hunter Squad soldiers.

I watched as Kai, Marc, and Zeke started toweling off their wet hair.

“Come on,” I said to Jameson. “In my office.”

I watched him swipe a towel over his brown hair as we walked down the bare-concrete corridor. I stopped at my office and pressed a palm to the lock. It pinged, and the door slid open.

Once inside, he pulled his chest armor off. He was wearing a black shirt beneath it. It was fitted and wet, and clung to him so tightly I could see the outline of his abs under the fabric.

God, don’t look at his abs, Greer. I swallowed and blew out a breath. Then I reached up and touched my cut. “Ow.”

“Sit.” His voice was gruff.

I sat on the edge of my desk, shifting a stack of files. My office wasn’t very big. There were large light panels on the wall to make up for the lack of natural light, and just my untidy desk and chair. My computer was lost in the files and schematics littering the surface.

“Sorry about the mess in here.”

“It’s fine. First aid kit?”

“In that cabinet.”

He pulled it out and opened the kit, then crouched in front of me.

My heart did a wild flip in my chest.It’s Jameson. You’re childhood friends. He’s practically your brother.

None of it worked. I was excruciatingly aware of him. There was no way I’d think of Jameson Steele as my brother.

He took out some gauze and poured some antiseptic onto it. Then he leaned in and gently wiped the cut.

“You shouldn’t have been out there, Greer.”

I blinked. “What?”

Steady hazel eyes met mine. For a second, I was lost in the green, counting the gold flecks I could see.

“When you see a giant monster, you run away. You don’t run toward it.”

I straightened. “I did my job. This is my worksite and my people. Those weremyguys in danger. I’d already watched one man get dragged into the water.” My voice cracked. God, I couldn’t believe Sam and Travis were gone. “Everyone here is my responsibility, and I had to get Frankie and Jordan to safety.”

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