Ghostwalker 01- Shadow Game

breathing normally. I need to do a little research. I don't want to chance trying to wake him if it isn't safe. So let him be, just watch him closely."
    Ryland went out the door with her, following her down the hall. "Talk to me, Lily—
    what's going on with him? What do you suspect?"
    "I think someone may have pulsed electricity into his brain, delivering a concentrated surge on a small spot." She walked quickly, her mind turning over the various possibilities. "I have to have more information to make any kind of a logical assessment, but I've had my suspicions. Brain bleeds are a side effect, although rare."
    Ryland caught her arm, halting her progress, forcing her to face him. "Stop a minute and explain this to me. I'm sorry I'm not keeping up here, but if you think someone is shocking my men, giving them some kind of electric lobotomy, I think it's important for me to know." Ryland gave her a little shake. "What have they done to my men?"
    "I don't honestly know, Ryland. I have a few suspicions but what's the point in making unfounded accusations?"
    "Where are you going?" His silver eyes were glittering with a turbulence that suggested a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.
    Lily waited a heartbeat before answering, disturbed by his tone. "I just told you, I need more information. I intend to consult my father's notes." She tried to keep annoyance out of her voice, acknowledging he had every right to be upset over further potential threats to his men. She knew she was often abrupt and clipped when her mind was elsewhere.
    Arly reminded her often enough and had pointed out the same behavior in her father.

    Ryland's palm curled around the nape of her neck and he drew her close against his hard strength. "I'd like some sort of explanation whether it's technical or not. I'm not a complete idiot, Lily, and I have the right to assess the threat to the men."
    Lily let her breath out slowly, took his face between her hands. "If I gave you the impression that I didn't think you could understand, I apologize. I have a tendency to get lost in my work and forget what's going on around me. For that matter, anyone or anything around me."
    Ryland simply bent his head to hers and took possession of her mouth. Time stood still.
    The walls fell away as he whirled her out of the boundaries of the world and into the stars. Her arms circled his neck, her body molding immediately to his.
    "I always thought," Arly said loudly, coming up behind them, "that making out in a hallway was the kind of thing teenagers do."
    Ryland took his time, making a thorough job of kissing Lily. When he reluctantly lifted his head, his gaze shifted to Arly. "Interesting point of view, but in my opinion, kissing Lily anywhere, anytime is a must."
    Lily made a face at Arly as she moved past him toward the long winding staircase that led to the lower stories. "I wouldn't know, Arly, never having gone to school as a teenager and never having kissed in hallways."
    Ryland kept pace with her. "For someone without the necessary experience I'd still have to rate you excellent at kissing in hallways."
    "Thank you," Lily replied demurely. "I'm certain I could have done much better had Arly given me a few more minutes."
    "Oh, no, you were fine," Ryland reassured her. "I was just reminding you I was around.
    Hallway or not, I wanted you to remember my existence."
    Lily laughed softly, but her smile was already fading as she turned to hurry down the stairs.
    Ryland watched the distant look return to her face and sighed. Arly shook his head.
    "She's brilliant, you know. She's like a machine if you feed her data. There are very few people in the world who can do that."
    Ryland nodded his agreement but his frown remained. "It's a little hard on a man's ego."
    "She's someone special, Miller. Different in ways you can't imagine. And she's chosen you." Arly looked the man up and down. Took in the battered, scarred hands, evidence of fights, the muscular, stocky body and rough-hewn face. "Aside from the fact that you're probably on the FBI's most wanted list, do you have any other qualifications I might want to know about?"
    "Qualifications?" Ryland echoed. "Are you asking me in a roundabout way my intentions?"
    "Not yet." Arly was honest. "First I wanted to find out if I even want you to state your intentions. I haven't decided. I might still throw you out."
    "I see. You have something against the military?"
    "Aside from the fact that you're probably an adrenaline