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playing along. And then she needed to make Logan play along, since Sela hadn’t looked at all happy to be left alone with him back at the big tent near the camp entrance.
    Marlena would have to find a way to bond with him, and fast. Many of the men she worked with at ACRO were former military—the one thing they had in common was an inherent need to keep the women who surrounded them safe; she could only hope Logan and the rest of his men reacted the same.
    But despite the fact that Dax couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling over her body, he easily handed her off to a man he referred to as Shep. “Cuff her to a cot in the medical tent. Lo’s orders.”
    Shep nodded and took her firmly in hand. Sheesh, you’d think that men who’d been in the jungle this long would want to do nothing but rip her clothes off. But no, these men were all far too focused on the chupacabra—she could almost smell their focus, and had to admire them. Would admire them more if it didn’t interfere with her job, of course.
    Shep was walking fast—too fast for her to put the extra sway in her step or to maintain any kind of effective conversation. But the lack of talk gave her a chance to study her surroundings.
    The camp was compact, a tent city comprising a couple dozen small tents—
    personal tents for the guys, she guessed—and three larger, sturdier ones, identified by ACRO intelligence experts who studied satellite photos to probably be central command, a medical tent and a supply/research tent. Vehicles were parked along the perimeter of the camp.
    She turned to Shep as they reached the door of the medical tent, made her voice sound breathy, as if she wasn’t used to these conditions. “Shep, listen …
    will you stay with me? I’m a little scared to be here all alone.”
    It was her helpless act—and she knew it was damned good.
    As Devlin’s assistant, she’d been in shape, but now, as a Seducer, she was transformed. She was completely, utterly lethal, her body a mix of fine muscle and curved perfection. The job required her to be pampered on her off time. Massages.
    Body wraps. The highest-quality sheets, towels and loungewear. Exercise and the best food known to man, cooked to her personal specifications.
    Shep cocked a brow. “Sweetheart, I’m a busy guy. Don’t have time to 30

    babysit. Besides, you won’t be alone.” He pushed her roughly.
    She stumbled into the tent and noted that, as Shep promised, she wasn’t alone. But she’d never expected to find a man so … beautiful sitting there. Even bruised and battered, she could see the lean chisel of his cheekbone, the full mouth, the square jaw.
    He was utterly and completely naked—tall and tanned, and there, along his side, she saw them. Bite marks. Well on their way to being healed, but there was no mistaking them.
    She scanned the floor and the small table and saw what she was looking for
    —dog tags. She couldn’t read them, but she’d bet anything this man was part of the SEAL team that had been attacked. The search-and-rescue teams had been unable to locate one man, and she had a feeling she just had.
    The bites were large, surrounded by deep bruises, but they appeared to be healing and not infected. He must’ve been here a while, receiving medical attention.
    She wondered if he could describe what had nearly killed him.
    Shep pushed her forward again, and she moved toward the double bunk, across the room from where the man was chained to the floor by one ankle.
    Roughly, Shep took her wrists and with a three-foot length of chain cuffed them to a bunk so she could sit, lie down or stand.
    She drew a breath, realized the air felt … heavy. As if she was moving through a thick fog, and yet somehow her blood ran hot, the sudden arousal startling her.
    Shep completely ignored the man. In turn, the wounded man ignored her and instead watched Shep intensely. Studying him. Looking for weaknesses.
    Assessing his prey.
    An involuntary shiver ran through her,