himself obsessing over what some hacker looked like.
“How are the nightmares?” she asked, trepidation in her voice.
James stiffened. He’d not told his teammates that he was suffering from nightmares. They worried enough about him as it was. He didn’t want to add to it all. Seemed as if they took turns checking in on him. He wasn’t really sure why he’d confided the truth of it all to her. “I managed to get some rest after we finished talking this morning. Then I had to haul my tired ass into work.”
“Work blows,” she said with a snort. “Or so they tell me. I’m not really one who has what another would call an honest profession.”
“You’re really a cat burglar, aren’t you?” he questioned, already knowing she was a hacker.
“Guilty.”
He smiled and realized he did that a lot whenever he spoke to her. She had become something of a lifeline to happiness for him.
You’re lying to her to gather intel on her , he reminded himself. When she finds out, she’ll drop you in a heartbeat and probably never surface on the grid again.
“Making any headway in your research?” he asked. She’d told him bits and pieces of what she was working on. He’d filled in the blanks on his own. She was painting a huge target on her back as far as the Corporation was concerned.
“Oh yeah. A lot. I accessed another server from the Evil Giant whom I shall not name,” she said, making worry lance through him. “I’m running my decryption program on it now. I should have something juicy within twenty-four hours. How is work going for you? Any luck with the samples you were looking more into?”
He’d confessed to being a doctor, but he could sense that she hadn’t believed him when he’d told her as much. “Not really. Sort of stuck in a rut with them. I’m thinking I can’t see the forest for the trees right now.”
“Step back and take a breather then, LabLupus,” she said, using his screen name. “I should call you Doc Wolf. Means the same thing, huh?”
He grinned.
If you only knew.
“I feel like I should howl or something,” he said, wishing he actually still could. He missed his wolf.
He’d not been able to shift since he’d been captured. The samples that were currently stumping him were his own. He couldn’t figure out what the Corporation had done to him. Whatever it was, it changed his genetic make-up, altering him to the point he didn’t have a clue what to expect.
“Are you wearing a lab coat?” she asked, a teasing, sexy note in her voice. Her question pulled him from his thoughts.
“Ah, we’re going to take the conversation there, are we?” he asked, hopeful. He’d gladly permit the conversation to enter bedroom territory. Hell, it would make his week.
She laughed softly, the sound filling him to the brim with happiness, something he’d sorely lacked for nearly a year. “Hey, I’ll admit to finding it sexy when a guy wears a lab coat. I’m a total kink that way.”
“Oh yeah. Nothing says hard-core kinkster than a doctor fetish,” he mused, making her laugh more.
“Found me out,” she said, and then huffed. “Honestly, I’m not what anyone would label kinky.” She was quiet for a bit. “I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to men.”
James paused. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? “You have been with a man before, right?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. The idea of her being touched by another did what nothing else seemed to be able to do, tempt his inner beast. As a natural-born werewolf, he should have been a force to be reckoned with. Of late, he was about as useful as a human.
He shuddered at the thought. Humans were pretty worthless when it came to anything of importance.
“Um, does our chat room teasing banter count?” she asked.
James palmed the counter before him, pleased with her response. She had not been touched by other men. “No.”
“Then no.”
He smiled wide.