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“Yeah, fucked up beyond all reason,” Jennifer said before walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Great.

Harris had to get his head on straight. He settled in to review his plan, and not ten minutes later, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

“What now?” Harris groaned as he threw the file he’d been reading down on the desk. “Come in.”

In the blink of an eye, his night went from bad to worse as Woodley strolled in like he owned the joint, closing the door behind him. Now what?

“You lost?” Harris asked, not bothering to hide the edge in his voice.

“I deserve that,” Woodley said as he walked farther into the room.

“You deserve an uppercut to the jaw, but I hear Brick took care of that.” Though he was considering giving the jerk another just to ensure he got the point.

Woodley ran his hand through his short blond hair, stopping to squeeze the back of his thick neck as his cheeks tinged red.

“You heard about that.”

“Yeah, I heard. What I don’t understand is why you suddenly have a death wish or the reason you’ve decided to go mute on me.”

“I’m not the one with the death wish, you bastard. You’re taking off on a suicide mission like it’s just another day.” Woodley’s hands cut through the air as he spoke, revealing his anger.

“Why attack Brick if you’re pissed at me?” That made no sense.

“Because I thought he was facilitating this clandestine mission. As it turns out, this shit show is being run by the lunatic. You.”

“Hell, tell me how you really feel,” Harris snarked. “You’re tap-dancing on my last nerve, fucker.”

Woodley charged forward, causing Harris to stand, unsure about his intent and preparing for anything. The way the guy had been acting recently made him a loose cannon. He found himself pushed back against the wall as his lover fisted his shirt in one hand.

“You want to know how I really feel? Well, hold on to your balls, motherfucker,” Woodley spat. “I think you’re in a hurry to die and rushing headfirst into this insane plan to facilitate that happening. You’re allowing yourself to be recaptured by a group of psychotic scientists and their god-complex followers. You think you can take them on all by yourself when, in reality, once they discover you’re not going to flip to their side, they’ll dispose of you. It’s a no-win situation. Have you thought about what this will do to your sister and Freddie, or do you plan on visiting the poor kid as a ghost?”

“Low blow, asshole. I can’t help it that Freddie can speak to the dead, and my sister is strong enough to carry on without me.”

“Yeah, like she has before, trapped in that cult, helpless and at the group's mercy?”

That was it. Harris had enough. He grabbed onto Woodley’s shirt and pivoted him back against the door.

“You want to fight? You’re going about it the right way.”

“What I want is for you to rethink this mission.”

“Why? It’s the best plan we have. Are we just supposed to sit around and wait for the next bomb to arrive or kidnapping? Why the hell do you care anyway? What’s between us is nothing but physical, right?”

“Right,” Woodley growled, pushing Harris back into the center of the bedroom.

Harris’s foot caught on the corner of a chair, knocking it over and him off balance, sending both men crashing to the floor. Harris landed on his back with Woodley splayed across his chest. Before either could stop and think, they dove in for a passionate kiss full of fury and longing. Nothing had ever felt so necessary and right in Harris’s life, and he’d be damned if he’d stop.

Woodley pressed his hard body into Harris, sending his desire and need soaring, at least until someone banged on the closed bedroom door.

“You two better not get any blood on the carpeting, or you’ll wish you’d never walked into this house,” Julia yelled before storming down the hallway. No one messed with Julia. Brick may have been the team boss, but Julia was the caretaker of its heart and soul.

They pulled apart but only by an inch. Harris concentrated on the chair, and it floated back onto its feet.

“We are so screwed,” Woodley groaned. “What are we going to do?”

“At this moment, I say we carry on with this,” Harris stated before recapturing Woodley’s lips and commanding his body until it molded against his own.

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