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standing there. “There must be some mistake. Beth died.”
    Strolling down the walkway, the man paused and glanced back at him. “That’s not Sergeant Malloy. It’s her clone.”
    Hardly an it . Rather a copy of his wife. Darryl griped the doorjamb. His mind spun. Human cloning had just become public knowledge. And those created remained the property of the military. “Shouldn’t she be in a lab somewhere? Or training for a mission?”
    The man, at his parked Humvee, shook his head. “We had special instructions to bring her here should anything happen to the sergeant.”
    Darryl rubbed the back of his neck, studying the woman in his care. While she resembled his late wife in every way, from her tight bun to her sexy pout, he had no idea what to do with her. “So, you’re a clone?”
    She tilted her head, pointing to the raised ring of skin on her long, creamy-white neck.
    Darryl groaned, fighting the urge to lick her skin from her collarbone to the scar remaining from the removal of her information portal. She wasn’t his wife, but that didn’t matter to his libido. He craved her the same.
    Not once had he strayed from his commitment to Beth. And when she’d arrived home after months away, they hadn’t wasted any time reuniting . Even though he knew the clone wasn’t his wife, his hormones raced.
    With a brief smile, she glanced inside. “May I come in?”
    In? To live with him? Taking Beth’s place in bed? He could turn his studio into a second bedroom, but hadn’t expected to have another person to worry about. At least not for some time. “I...I don’t even know your name.”
    “I am B17.” She leaned close. Her uniform covered breasts pressed against him. “But Beth always called me Bryn.”
    He sucked air through his teeth, and imagined lifting her by her ass to carry her straight to bed. He recognized the name, remembered Beth talking about her as if her best friend. Now he knew why his wife had never invited her over.
    Clinging to his last ounces of control, he stepped aside and followed the sway of her curved ass. But she didn’t tread very far, stopping inside the foyer.
    “What’s the meaning of this?”
    He cringed at the sharp tone of her voice. “Of what?”
    “This mess.” She spun toward him, pinching her nose. “Did you have a party to celebrate Beth’s death then let everything rot?”
    “No!” Celebrate her death? Beth was his life. He still didn’t know how to go on without her.
    “Then what happened? How can you live in this filth?”
    She set her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows, tapping her toe.
    Just the way his wife used to.
    “I....” A lump formed in his throat. “It’s been hard these last two weeks. I’ve had a lot to deal with.”
    “I suppose you have.” Her pursed lips offered little sympathy. “But Beth would not accept excuses. She would punish you if she saw this mess.”
    Punish. It seemed so long ago she’d last used the paddle on him. Perhaps he’d let their home become a mess, to give her a reason to come back to him. “Yes, she would.”
    “Then I will have to do it.”
    Blood rushed to his groin. His cock rose in anticipation. He didn’t know what Bryn had in mind, but with Beth, pleasure always followed the sting of her punishments. “If you must.”
    She set her carry-on bag on the floor. Squatting, she reached inside and drew out a paddle longer than any Beth had ever used on him. Though wooden paddles did not come cheap, his wife owned one the size of a hairbrush. Her clone held one much bigger. At least sixteen inches long, and clear plastic riddled with holes to make the punishment sting more.
    Bryn yanked on the elastic holding her hair up. Her caramel-colored locks fell past her shoulders. She unbuttoned her uniform to reveal a generous amount of cleavage and resembled a dominatrix of times past.
    When she slapped the paddle across her palm, he groaned.
    “You will clean up first.” She inspected the small living room