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he wouldn’t make her? Her gaze met the soldier’s, but his smooth expression didn’t reveal anything.
    “Must I?” she queried. “I didn’t get any on the coat, so I doubt my clothes are a risk.”
    “Orders, ma’am.”
    The military and their damned orders.
    Lips drawn in a tight line, she stripped from her soaked garments and dropped them into the chute that led to a sealed oven, which used extreme heat to disintegrate contaminated items. Standing in her bra and panties, she dared him to say something.
    He did. The bastard. “All of your clothes, ma’am.”
    “Can you turn around?”
    “Sorry, ma’am. My orders are to watch you for signs of infection.”
    Watch. More like leer, the pervert. And to think she’d entertained lusty thoughts about him. Not anymore. Inwardly grumbling, she shed her undergarments, and while she didn’t meet his gaze, she was aware of it and couldn’t help but blush.
    Panties and bra tossed in the trash, she hugged herself and glared through a wet hank of hair at her guard. His face might not show emotion, but she couldn’t help but note his gaze seemed more intent than usual. Despite her annoyance at his insistence on following the rules, she couldn’t help the awareness flushing her skin. She also couldn’t help an inappropriate mental question.
    Does he like what he sees?
    As a doctor, even one dedicated to molecular level science, Laura knew she didn’t possess the ideal body proportion. Definitely not a model type. At best, she could be described as cute with her short and plump frame. Too much time in the lab and not enough on a treadmill. Her milky-white skin rarely got kissed by the sun, and fluorescent lighting did little to help her pallor.
    Which meant the heat in her cheeks was probably flushing other parts of her. I hope he thinks it’s because of the decontamination and not because I know he’s watching. Because truth told, while embarrassment accounted for some of her pink coloring, arousal also played a part.
    How sad that getting naked for a stranger turned her on.
    Her gear disposed of, and her body rinsed again to clear it of contaminants, she snagged her clean glasses and jammed them on before she let the heated blowers air dry her, the warmth rather pleasant after the chill of the acrid, antiseptic spray.
    Turning around in a three-sixty at the orders of the automated system, she inadvertently caught the gaze of the soldier. Caught it and held it.
    While his face might have remained expressionless, his eyes told a different story. A woman knew when she was being admired, and despite her sporadic experiences with the opposite sex, Laura was no exception.
    He likes what he sees.
    A pity nothing could ever come of it.
    The irritating computerized voice announced, “Decontamination completed. Please proceed to your superior’s office for debriefing.”
    “Right after I find some clothes,” Laura grumbled as she opened a sealed cabinet and pulled out a fresh lab coat. Wrapping it around her nude body hid it, while paper slippers covered her bare feet, but she remained all too aware of her lack of panties and everything else. Good thing she kept spare clothes in her locker. She’d learned her lesson after her first accident. Going home wearing only a lab coat and curly, haloed hair made the neighbors talk.
    Eyes downcast, Laura stood before the door and waited for the soldier to release it. With a hiss of air as the sealed unit was breached, the portal slid open.
    She stepped out.
    “Please follow me, ma’am, for your debriefing,” the blue-eyed soldier said, speaking to her for the first time, and oh my, while she might have joked with Tish that he probably had some high-pitched voice, something imperfect to ruin his allure, she was wrong. So terribly wrong.
    His deep voice without the machine filter of the intercom hit her senses like the smoothest of chocolate. It rolled over her skin with a decadence that only made her crave more.
    She couldn’t