Each time she sat down, or stood, or did nearly anything, her mind kept returning to that scene near the woods. And so she spent the next hour sitting on the uncomfortable brown sofa in her quarters, trying to read a book on military history to distract her—and failing dismally. She remained dressed in the camos she had donned earlier to go look for those damned wolves that had confronted her last night—and what a mistake that had been. Had she imagined it? Was she nuts? She had, after all, performed some absurd research on her own earlier, about shapeshifters, after seeing the wolves. Had the general’s strange attempt at humor and the innuendos about the unusual nature of Alpha Force left her susceptible to a really wild kind of joke? But why would anyone here play a joke on her, especially Jason Connell? He didn’t know her. No one here knew her. Whatever Jason’s reason, he’d at a minimum bared his very hot body to her.
