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temper flared. “You already ripped off all that money from Mom and Dad—”
    “Not money. I want a cure for this bloody disease.” His words were raw, stilted.
    Jayme sifted through what he knew about MS. “There isn’t one. Autoimmune suppressors help, and I’ve heard yoga—”
    “Asshole. I’m a bloody scientist, and I’ve been living with this damn disease for over two years. I want a cure. A miracle drug, and the grapevine is rife with the news that your girlfriend has it.”
    The hair on Jayme’s neck lifted. “Kaimi? What do you know about her? Where is she?”
    A full-throated chuckle erupted from Eamon. “Well, damned if the C-I-fucking-A hasn’t kept their golden boy in the dark.”
    Jayme fisted the collar of Eamon’s shirt, and yanked him out of the chair. “Where is Kaimi?”
    Eamon went limp, and Jayme dropped him. “If I knew, boy-o, I’d be there getting treated. But apparently you know less than I do,” Eamon staggered to his feet, and opened the door. “I’ll be watching you, and when I find your girl, I’ll pass along a nice warm hello.” He didn’t bother to hide his grin. “You don’t know shit, which leaves the playing field wide open. Maliu will be hungry for a man after six months of celibacy. We’ll be a match made in heaven.”
    Jayme watched his brother shuffle out of the guardhouse, considered chasing him down, but held his rage in check. The very grapevine Eamon mentioned would explode with news of an altercation between the Grady brothers. Besides, he could read Eamon well, and there was no doubt his derelict brother knew exactly where Kaimi was.
    It was time for Jayme to hit the underground…running.

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    THE HEAT AND HUMIDITY EXACERBATED Eamon’s symptoms. He’d fallen twice since he’d begun his hike into the rainforest, but it didn’t matter. Finding Kaimi Maliu did. Fion had kept him up to speed with her new identity, progress with her research trials, and her secrets.
    But, just like Jayme, the Maliu bitch was so uptight she’s probably never had an orgasm. It’d be his pleasure to fix that before he broke her into small pieces, but he’d have to wait for that kind of fun until after he’d stockpiled enough of her magic formula to keep him healthy for the next century.
    Why the hell wouldn’t she share it? It wasn’t anything to her, wouldn’t cost her a damn thing, and he was more than willing to be a human guinea pig. Maybe she was smarter than Fion thought, and she’d jump at his offer to be a test subject for her precious formula. A strangled chuckle escaped. He’d have to make sure she gave him the non-lethal stuff, and didn’t kill him by accident. Or at Jayme’s request.
    He stepped into the clearing that surrounded the lab campsite, and spotted Fion in the kitchen. His vision blurred, then cleared. Damn MS.
    Not much had changed since he’d been away. He raised his arm and waved at Fion. Her jaw gaped, and then she crashed out of the kitchen door and ran smack into him. His weak leg gave way, tumbling both of them to the ground. Heat flashed up his neck and into his face. “Get the hell off me, Connor.”
    Fion stumbled to her feet and backed away. “Sorry, I didn’t realize—”
    Eamon bit down on the blast of temper building in his chest. He’d always been quick to anger, but since this last exacerbation of the MS, his brain wasn’t working right. Or maybe it was because he’d been impotent for nine damn months. Thirty years old and he couldn’t get it up.
    “Yeah, right. You didn’t realize. Why the fuck do you think I went back to Ireland?”
    She didn’t raise her head to look at him while they walked to the building that served as their living quarters. Good. He’d smacked her into submission, just the way he preferred his women these days. He rearranged his pants. Sometimes if he was angry enough… Nothing. Bloody hell. He would have considered tumbling Fion if there’d been any chance... “What’s