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jaguar shifter club. Maybe he’d see one of the agents there, have a drink, and at least express his frustration about losing Jackson. Genista? He didn’t want anyone to know he’d lost her this week as well.

Chapter 3
    Oliver totally fried her biscuits. Melissa was tired from the Costa Rican mission. Frustrated that Jackson had slipped out of their grasp. And she didn’t need Oliver’s attitude about now. Yet she realized she’d been bracing for this because as soon as she had returned from each of her last three missions, he’d been sullen, sulky, and then angry with her over absolutely nothing. Itching for a fight. Provoking one. She was sick of it. When she returned from a mission, she wanted romance, togetherness, peace, quiet, and recuperation.
    â€œYou could have been civil to Huntley Anderson. He was my partner on the mission, and he was trying to be friendly. You could have had the courtesy to come outside and greet us and at least say ‘hi’ back to him,” she said, slamming the door after her as she hauled her bags inside without Oliver’s help.
    She had really never given it much thought before, because she always dragged her own bags into the condo after a mission and was perfectly capable of doing so. But she wondered now if it was his way of passively aggressively telling her he wouldn’t aid her because the bags represented her time away from him. So fine. Act like he wanted her home and they’d work on things!
    Ignoring her comment, Oliver began talking to her about all the sales he’d made while she was gone. She dropped her bags on the floor and headed for the kitchen for a glass of water, not interested in anything he had to say if it was all about his work.
    Oliver followed her into the kitchen. His blue eyes were narrowed, and he was scowling at her. She knew that look. He was ready to create a scene. For not being a wild cat, he could sure get all growly with her.
    â€œYou don’t care anything about what I do, do you?”
    â€œI’m exhausted,” she said. “It was a long trip. Huntley and I had a rough time of it.”
    Oliver looked even more pissed that she would mention Huntley in the conversation again.
    â€œWe lost one of the bad guys, and I need time to decompress,” she continued.
    â€œHell, Melissa. I see the way the two of you are all chummy.”
    She scowled back at him. “Don’t you start on me again about working with the men in the agency. They’re professionals.” Though she’d known a couple who hadn’t been, but Martin had fired their butts. “We work together to bring down the bad guys and rescue the cats. That’s it. We’ve been through all this before.”
    She knew then that it wouldn’t work out with Oliver. The longer they’d been together, the more jealous he’d become of her partners. If she had a mission with another woman, he was fine with it. But as soon as she had an assignment with a male partner, Oliver was hell to live with for a week or more before and after the mission.
    She realized she’d been avoiding having to deal with this. She just seemed to always be on a mission or trying to recuperate from the last one.
    The condo was his, and she didn’t have anywhere to crash while she looked for a place. She would start searching for an apartment first thing in the morning.
    â€œYou sleep with them! You can’t tell me you’re not interested in what they have to offer. They’re wild cats like you, for one,” Oliver said.
    â€œWe sleep in separate bedrooms when we’re in a jungle cabin or hut.” She didn’t know why she was explaining this to him all over again. “Or as cats in a tree. And in a tent? Get real. It’s damned hot and muggy down there, and sex is the furthest thing from our minds.”
    â€œYou’re only human,” Oliver said, pacing. “You get naked in front of him