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was briefly afraid she might be coming down with the flu or something. That would have been a death knell back in Headquarters. There was a sick bay, but it was underequipped and barely staffed.
    The van jolted over a series of potholes, rocking Abby against Cam. He seemed to be all hard muscle, holding her tight so that she didn’t fly halfway across the vehicle. Still, when they hit another series of bumps, she wound up half in his lap.
    “Sorry,” she gasped.
    “Don’t even think about being sorry,” he muttered. His grin as she looked up, startled, was equal parts mischievous and amused.
    He was flirting with her? That was both surprising and thrilling. After her fiancé had died, Abby had thought herself done with romance. For the past few months, all excess emotion had been tied up in simply trying to survive—and dodging the lechery of the worst senators.
    When she squirmed in his lap, Cam shuffled her back to his side. Abby tried not to let her disappointment show—she’d been comfortable and warm in his arms. At some point in the night, he’d wrapped her in a blanket, a gesture so thoughtful it nearly brought tears to her eyes.
    “Easy now,” Cam murmured, and she realized she was clinging to his arm with a white-knuckled grip. She forced herself to relax somewhat, but couldn’t bring herself to let go. This man—these men—were safety personified. She looked up at him through the growing sunlight and was suddenly overcome.
    “Thank you for rescuing me. I couldn’t have stood it a minute longer. It was terrible. People were so desperate, and some of the senators were awful.” Abby knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t stop. “I had to get out. Had to get away. I-I knew I might die, but I couldn’t stay there—”
    With expert finesse, Cam tilted her face upward and shut her up with a kiss. When she grabbed his head and deepened it, he made a slight sound of surprised encouragement against her lips.
    Abby couldn’t get enough. He tasted of smoke and kissed like the devil himself. She just wanted to lose herself in him. She slid her fingers through his short-cropped hair, needing this too much to care how she might come across.
    When they came apart, she realized the armored van had come to a complete halt. Russ stared back at them from the front seat, exactly as handsome and sexy as his brother. Abby swallowed, going a little weak at the thought of both of them…
    No. She was behaving like a crazy woman. Shakily, she sat back. “Sorry.”
    “There’s no need for an apology. He started it,” Russ said.
    Cam only smiled. His full attention remaining on her, he eased away but kept his arm lightly around her waist. In the driver’s seat, Russ turned to face the road.
    The van started off again. This time, the silence was charged. Abby wondered whether Cam would kiss her again if she started to babble, or if the gesture had simply been a substitute for the stereotypical slap administered to hysterical women. Maybe Russ would climb in the back and kiss her next time. Her loins clenched at the thought. Wasn’t there something to those rumors?
    “Don’t Twins share their women? Slater and—” Abby cut herself off with a flinch.
    Mentioning the names of the Twins who’d defected from the Complex to Headquarters was probably a harebrained idea.
    “Slater and Arden?”
    “You know them?”
    The Twins spoke at the same time. Abby’s gaze flicked between them as she reluctantly nodded. Although they’d thrown their lot in with the Shadow Feds, Slater and Arden had displayed remarkable kindness to the servants. Once, she’d come across them comforting a servant who’d been clubbed over the head by an annoyed senator. The Twins had applied ice, tending him gently and with patience. Abby had lingered, hidden behind a door, to listen. She’d thought the Twins would be angry for sure when the young man asked if they shared their bed partners. But they hadn’t. They’d simply said yes , the