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  Colonel Higgens swore again. “I’ll have no more talk about reversing the process, Whitney, and you know what I think about bringing your daughter on board. We don’t need another damn bleeding heart on this project—we need results.”

  “My security clearance, Colonel Higgens, is of the highest level and so is my commitment to this project. I don’t have the necessary data at this time, but I can assure you I’ll put in whatever time is necessary to find the answers needed.” Even as she spoke, Lily was looking at the computer screen.

  Ryland could read her thoughts. Whatever was on the screen puzzled her as much as what her father was saying, but she was willing to cover for him. She was making it up as she went along. As calm and as cool as ever. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled, but the impulse was there. He kept his back to the group, not certain he could keep a straight face while she lied to the colonel. Lily Whitney had no idea what was going on; her father had given her very little information and she was simply winging it. Her dislike of Higgens, compounded by her father’s unusual behavior, had put her firmly in Ryland’s camp for the moment.

  He had no idea what Peter Whitney’s game was, but the man was buried deep in the mire. The experiment to enhance psychic ability and bring together a fighting unit had been his project, his brainchild. Peter Whitney had been the man who’d persuaded Ryland the experiment had merit. That his men would be safe and that they would better serve their country. Ryland couldn’t read the doctor as he now could most men, but whatever Whitney was up to, Ryland had become convinced it wasn’t anything that would benefit him or his men. Donovans Corporation had a stench about it. If there was one thing Ryland knew for certain, Donovans was about money and personal profit, not national security.

  “Can you read that code your father uses for his notes?” Higgens asked Lily Whitney, suddenly losing interest in Ryland. “Gibberish if you ask me. Why the hell don’t you just put your work in English like a normal human being?” He snapped the question at Peter Whitney irritably.

  At once Ryland swung around, his gray gaze thoughtful as it rested on the colonel. There was something there, something he couldn’t get hold of. It was shifting, moving, ideas formulating and growing. Higgens’s mind seemed a black ravine, twisted and curved and suddenly cunning.

  Lily shrugged. “I grew up reading his codes; of course I can read it.”

  Ryland sensed her growing puzzlement as she stared at the combination of numbers, symbols, and letters across the computer screen.

  “What the hell are you doing getting into my private computer files, Frank?” Peter Whitney demanded, glaring at the colonel. “When I want you to read a report, I’ll have the data organized and the report will be finished and up-to-date, neatly typed in English. You have no business in my computer either here or at my office. My research on many projects is on my computer and you have no right to invade my privacy. If your people go anywhere near my work, I’ll have you locked out of Donovans so fast you won’t know what hit you.”

  “This isn’t your personal project, Peter.” Higgens glowered at all of them. “This is my project too and as the head of it, you don’t keep secrets from me. You don’t make any sense in your reports.”

  Ryland watched Lily Whitney. She remained very quiet, listening, absorbing information, gathering impressions, and soaking it all up like a sponge. She seemed relaxed, but he was very aware she had glanced toward her father, waiting for some sign, for a hint of how to handle the situation. Whitney gave her nothing, didn’t even look at her. Lily hid her frustration very well. She shifted her gaze back to the computer screen, leaving the others to their argument, clearly another long-standing one.

  “I want something done about Miller,” Higgens said, acting as if Ryland couldn’t hear him.

  I’m already dead to him. Ryland whispered the words in Lily Whitney’s mind.

  All the better for you and your men. He’s pressing my father hard about pushing this project forward, not terminating it. He isn’t satisfied with the findings and doesn’t agree it is dangerous to all of you. Lily didn’t look away from the computer or give away in any manner that she was communicating with him.

  He doesn’t know about you. Higgens has no idea you’re telepathic. The knowledge burst over him like a light from a prism. Brilliant and colorful and full of possibilities. Dr. Whitney was hiding his daughter’s abilities from the colonel. From the Donovans Corporation. Ryland knew he had ammunition. Information he could use to bargain with Dr. Whitney. Something that might be used to save his men. His flare of excitement must have been in his mind because Lily turned and regarded him with a cool, thoughtful gaze.

  Peter Whitney scowled at Colonel Higgens, clearly exasperated. “You want something done? What does that mean, Frank? What do you have in mind? A lobotomy? Captain Miller has performed every test we’ve asked of him. Do you have personal reasons for disliking the captain?” Dr. Whitney’s voice was a whip of contempt. “Captain Miller, if you were having an affair with Colonel Higgens’s wife, you should have disclosed that information to me immediately.”

  Lily’s dark eyebrows shot up. Ryland could feel the sudden amusement in her mind. Her laughter was soft and inviting, but her features gave nothing of her inner thoughts away. Well? Are you a Romeo?

  There was something peaceful and serene about Lily, something that spilled over into the air around them. His second-in-command, Kaden, was like that, calming the terrible static and tuning the frequencies so that they were clear and sharp and able to be used by all the men regardless of talent. Surely her father hadn’t experimented on his own daughter. The idea sickened him.

  “Laugh all you want, Peter,” the colonel sneered, “but you won’t be laughing when lawsuits are filed against Donovans Corporation and the United States government is after you for botching the job.”

  Ryland ignored the arguing men. He had never been so drawn to a woman, to any individual, but he wanted Lily to remain in the room. He needed her to remain in the room. And he didn’t want her to be a part of the conspiracy that was threatening his life. She seemed unaware of it, but her father was certainly one of the puppet masters.

  My father is no puppet master. Her voice was indignant and faintly haughty, a princess to an inferior being.

  You don’t even know what the hell is going on so how do you know what he is or isn’t? He was rougher than he intended but Lily took it well, not responding to him but frowning at the computer monitor.

  She didn’t speak to her father, but he sensed her movement toward him, a slight exchange between them. It was more felt than seen, and Ryland sensed her puzzlement deepen. Her father gave her no clue; instead, he led Colonel Higgens toward the door.

  “Are you coming, Lily?” Dr. Whitney asked, pausing just inside the hall.

  “I want to look things over here, sir,” she said, indicating the computer, “and it will give Captain Miller a chance to fill me in on where he is in this.”

  Higgens swung around. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay alone with him. He’s a dangerous man.”

  She looked as cool as ever, her dark brow a perfect arch. Lily stared down her aristocratic nose at the colonel. “You didn’t ensure the premises were secure, Colonel?”

  Colonel Higgens swore again and stomped out of the room. As Lily’s father started out of the room, she cleared her throat softly. “I think it best we discuss this project in a more thorough way if you want my input, sir.”

  Dr. Whitney glanced at her, his features impassive. “I’ll meet you at Antonio’s for dinner, and we can go over everything after we eat. I want your own impressions.”

  “Based on…”

  Ryland didn’t hear a hint of sarcasm, but it was there in her mind. She was angry with her father but Ryland couldn’t read why. That part of her mind was closed off to him, hidden behind a thick, high wall she had erected to keep him out.

  “Go over my notes, Lily, and see what you make of the process. Mayb
e you’ll see something I didn’t. I want a fresh perspective. Colonel Higgens might be right. There may be a way to continue without reversing what we’ve done.” Peter Whitney refused to meet his daughter’s direct gaze, but turned to Ryland and asked, “Do I need to leave an armed guard in this room with my daughter, Captain?”

  Ryland studied the face of the man who had opened the floodgates of his brain to receive far too much stimuli. He could detect no evil, only a genuine concern. “I’m no threat to the innocent, Dr. Whitney.”

  “That’s good enough for me.” Still without looking at his daughter, the doctor left the room, closing the door to the laboratory firmly.

  Ryland was so aware of Lily, he actually felt the breath leave her lungs in a slow exhale as the door to the laboratory closed and the lock snicked quietly into place. He waited a heartbeat. Two. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” Ryland asked, testing his voice with her. It came out more husky than he would have liked. He had never had much luck with women and Lily Whitney was out of his class.

  She didn’t look at him, but continued to stare at the symbols on the screen. “Why should I be? I’m not Colonel Higgens.”

  “Even the lab techs are afraid of me.”

  “Because you want them to be and you’re projecting, deliberately enhancing their own fears.” Her voice indicated a mild interest in their conversation, her mind mulling over the data on the screen. “How long have you been here?”

  He swung around, stalked to the bars, and gripped them. “They’re bringing you onboard and you don’t even know how long my men and I have been locked up in this hellhole?”

  She turned her head abruptly. Tendrils of hair, fallen loose from the tight twist at the back of her head, swung around her face. Even in the muted blue light of the room, her hair was shiny and it gleamed at him. “I don’t know anything at all about this experiment, Captain. Not one small fact. This is the highest-security compound this corporation has and, while I have clearance, this is not my field of expertise. Dr. Whitney, my father, asked me to consult and I was cleared to do so. Do you have a problem with that?”

  He studied the classic beauty of her face. High cheekbones, long lashes, a lush mouth—they didn’t come like this unless they were born rich and privileged. “You probably have an underpaid maid whose name you can’t even remember, who picks up your clothes when you throw them on your bedroom floor.”

  That bought him her entire attention. She crossed the distance from the computer to his cage in a slow, unhurried walk that drew his attention to her limp. Even with her limp she had a flowing grace. She made every cell in his body instantly aware he was male and she was female.

  Lily tilted her chin at him. “I guess you were brought up without manners, Captain Miller. I don’t actually throw my clothes on the bedroom floor. I hang them in the closet.” Her gaze flicked past him to rest briefly on the clothes strewn on the floor.

  For the first time that he could remember, Ryland was embarrassed by a woman. He was making an ass out of himself. Even her damn high heels were classy. Sexy, but classy.

  A small smile curved her mouth. “You’re making a total ass out of yourself,” she pointed out, “but fortunately for you, I’m in a forgiving mood. We elitists learn that at an early age when they put that silver spoon in our mouths.”

  Ryland was ashamed. He might have grown up on the wrong side of the tracks in the proverbial trailer trash park, but his mother would have boxed his ears for being so rude. “I’m sorry, there’s no excuse.”

  “No, there isn’t. There’s never an excuse for rudeness.” Lily paced across the distance of his cage, an unhurried examination of the length of his prison. “Who designed your quarters?”

  “They constructed several cages quickly when they decided we were too powerful and posed too much danger as a group.” His men had been separated and scattered throughout the facility. He knew the isolation was telling on them. Continual poking and prodding was wearing and he worried that he could not keep them together. He had lost men already; he was not about to lose any of the others.

  The cell had been specially designed out of fear of reprisal. He knew his time was limited—the fear had been growing for weeks now. They had erected the thick bulletproof barrier of glass around his cell believing that it would keep him from communicating with his men.

  He had volunteered for the assignment and he had talked the other men into it. Now they were imprisoned, studied and probed and used for everything but the original premise. Several of the men were dead and had been dissected like insects to “study and understand.” Ryland had to get the others out before anything else happened to them. He knew Higgens had termination in mind for the stronger ones. Ryland was certain it would come in the form of “accidents,” but it would definitely come eventually if he didn’t find a way to free his men. Higgens had his own agenda, wanting to use the men for personal gain that had nothing whatsoever to do with the military and the country he was supposed to serve. But Higgens was afraid of what he couldn’t control. Ryland wasn’t about to lose his men to a traitor. His men were his responsibility.

  He was more careful, speaking matter-of-factly this time, trying to keep the accusations, the blame he put squarely on her father’s shoulders from spilling over into his thoughts, in case she was reading him. Her eyelashes were ridiculously long, a heavy fringe he found fascinating. He caught himself staring, unable to be anything but a crass idiot. In the midst of being caught like a rat in a trap, with his men in danger, he was making a fool of himself over a woman. A woman who very well might be his enemy.

  “Your men are all in similar cages? I wasn’t given that information.” Her voice was strictly neutral, but she didn’t like it. He could feel the outrage she was striving to suppress.

  “I haven’t seen them in weeks. They don’t allow us to communicate.” He indicated the computer screen. “That’s a constant source of irritation to Higgens. I bet his people have tried to break your father’s code, even used the computer, but they must not have been able to do it. Can you really read it?”

  She hesitated briefly. It was almost unnoticeable, but he sensed the sudden stillness in her and his hawklike gaze didn’t leave her face. “My father has always written in codes. I see in mathematical patterns and it was a kind of game when I was a little girl. He changed the code often to give me something to work on. My mind…” she hesitated, as if weighing her options carefully. She was deciding how honest to be with him. He wanted the truth and silently willed her to give it to him.

  Lily was quiet for a moment more, her large eyes fixed steadily on his, then her soft mouth firmed. Her chin went up a miniscule notch but he was watching her every expression, every nuance, and he was aware of it, aware of what it cost her to tell him. “My mind requires continual stimulation. I don’t know how else to explain it. Without having something complex to work on, I run into problems.”

  He caught the flash of pain in her eyes, fleeting but there. Dr. Peter Whitney was one of the richest men in the world. All the money might have given his daughter every confidence, but it didn’t take away the fact that she was a freak…a freak like he was. Like his men were. What her father had made them into. GhostWalkers, waiting for death to strike them down, when they should have been an elite team defending their country.

  “So tell me this, Lily Whitney, if that code is real, why can’t the computer crack it?” Ryland lowered his voice so that anyone listening wouldn’t hear his question, but he kept his glittering gaze fixed on hers, refusing to allow her to look away from him.

  Lily’s expression didn’t change. She looked as serene as always. She looked impossibly elegant even there in the laboratory. She looked so far out of his reach his heart hurt. “I said he always wrote in code, I didn’t say this one made any sense to me. I haven’t had a chance to work with it yet.”

  Her mind was closed so completely to him that he knew she was lying. He arched a dark brow at her. “Really. Well, you’ll have to put in
for overtime because no one seems to be able to read how your father managed to enhance our psychic abilities. And they sure can’t figure out how to make it go away.”

  She reached out, gracefully, almost casually, naturally, to grip the edge of a desk. The knuckles on her hand turned white. “He enhanced your natural abilities?” Her mind immediately began to turn that bit of information over and over as if it were a piece of a jigsaw puzzle and she was finding the proper fit.

  “He really let you walk in here blind, didn’t he?” Ryland challenged. “We were asked to take special tests….”

  She held up her hand. “Who was asked and who asked you?”

  “Most of my men are Special Forces. The men in the various branches were asked to be tested for psychic ability. There were certain criteria to be met along with the abilities. Age, amount and type of combat training, ability to work under pressure conditions, ability to function for long periods of time cut off from the chain of command, loyalty factors. The list was endless but surprisingly enough, we had quite a few takers. The military issued a special invite for volunteers. From what I understand law enforcement branches did the same. They were looking for an elite group.”

  “And this was how long ago?”

  “The first I heard of the idea was nearly four years ago. I’ve been here at the Donovans laboratory for a year now, but all the recruits that made it into the unit, including me, trained together at another facility. As far as I know we were always kept together. They wanted us to form a tight unit. We trained in techniques using psychic abilities in combat. The idea was a strike force that could get in and out unseen. We could be used against the drug cartels, terrorists, even an enemy army. We’ve been at it for over three years.”