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were flying, nothing else distracted a man like talk of sex. They would spend hours comparing notes if left to their own devices.
    “What type of scientist were you?” Jacob asked curiously. He wasn’t interested in the female knowledge as much as the others-he’d been with Alexa and thought no other woman would ever be enough for him-but there was still the sense of being lied to. How could this…nerd, be a lover-boy?
    “I supervised several labs,” Paul said arrogantly. “The reproductive wing was my side-job. I covered Corbin’s research division.”
    “Research about descendants?” Billy conformed.
    “Yes, and their offspring.”
    “So you assigned partners, took notes. That sort f thing?” David guessed.
    “At first, but for the last year, I’ve been one of the subjects as well,” Paul told them bitterly. “My father wanted fresh dna for his experiments and I had just reach age and started showing signs of my lineage.”
    It was such an incredible story that all of the men had already dismissed it. There was no way the government had been using Paul for breeding purposes. It was too much to believe.
    “You mean you took part in these…tests?” Daniel asked, relieved that Alexa wasn’t angry at the conversation, only impatient. “And they were willing?”
    “And asked for you?”
    “Repeatedly,” Paul boasted, then realized he was being taunted, and stood up. He grabbed his now refilled kit and swung it over his shoulder. Not ready for the new weight, the kit pulled him over and he went sprawling.
    The men burst into fresh laughter, even Alexa unable to contain a low chuckle, and Paul went scarlet. He scrambled to his feet, opening his mouth to shout, and Alexa cut him off with a sharp whistle.
    “That’s our cue,” Daniel stated dryly. “Let’s go, stud .”
    Paul’s lips drew in further, but he did as he was told. They didn’t have to believe him. He had the memories and if given enough time, he’d have Alexa begging for his touch as well.
    “Are we going in the house?” Edward asked as they got set to go.
    Mentally snickering, Alexa asked, “Is it something we need?”
    Edward wasn’t sure and he didn’t lie. “I don’t know. It has a…”
    Alexa concentrated and caught the vibe he was centered on. “Safe Haven. They’ve been here.”
    Edward was glad to have that feeling confirmed. It was faint enough to be doubted.
    Alexa led them into the main yard of the house, counting windows and floors to judge the size and possible threats inside. From the wild appearance, they could probably assume it  was empty, but she would never let them treat it that way. To do so might get them killed later by carelessness.
    The home was large. Seven windows with bars over them lined the front of the ranch home, and that same well-covering ivy had grown over top of everything, including water-stained birdbaths and garden gnomes. The landscaping implied the people who’d called this home, preferred flyers, and all of them flashed back to the last town.
    Edward and Jacob did a quick scan of their rear and then above them for an ambush.
    “Two to the door, two up high,” she ordered, getting set to fight. She had noticed that the undamaged front door actually had large and deep gouges in it, as if something had tried to get inside. That was contrary to the deserted feel and the coolness of being ready for battle fell over her mind.
    Alexa’s serious attitude told the men what was expected and they hurried into the house like a team of professionals, efficiently clearing each room.
    The inside of the home was basic and bare. The walls were stripped, leaving only dust squares, and even the lampshades were gone. Empty curtain rods, no wooden furniture except what couldn’t be ripped out to burn for warmth, and lack of carpeting said the residents had tried very hard to live here. Alexa was sure they would discover fire cans and ash dumps if they searched hard enough. These people had used