He intended to give her a peck, but she deepened it and insinuated heryoung, clone body into his embrace. He wasn't sure quite how she didthat, but in...any body she was gifted."Nervous?" she whispered.He stuttered, eyeing the jump chair. "Ah, well, you know, uh...."Her slender fingers pressed against his chin, turning his face down toher. She'd chosen a taller body, but apparently so had he. "Trust me."She watched his throat bob. He nodded.As they walked to the jump chair, he asked,. Some good, some bad." Robert and I exchanged quick glances, something I'm sure Colonel Donovan saw, although he made no comment.We adjourned the meeting to a conference room. Colonel Donovan explained that the medical personnel would be fine and that they would be fed a cover story that would deflect suspicion about who, or what, they had encountered. He assigned me duties a an almost completely independent agent, able to draw on COI resources and funds as I needed.Once more I was staggered by. I looked up and stared, open-mouthed. She was relatively short—or should that be petite—and her attire was hardly that of an award-winning global movie star. She wore faded (and quite tatty) blue jeans with classic black Doc Marten’s and a beige zip-up hoodie. But there was no mistaking that mass of dark brown hair. Or those eyes. Or those cheek bones.The jeans clung to the curve of her hips and I was shamelessly looking forward to her turning to walk away so I could see how she looked from. He is looking past me and removed his hands from his growing area. Letting the tent in his hospital robe spring up and hit his stomach with a thud. I turn to look at what has his attention. Just to see his smiling face in the glass of a framed picture no further the two feet behind me. Then it hits me as I look back at the image on my screen. He can clearly see the pictures I'm viewing. Not only that but also that it is my hubby sending me those pictures. As it clearly shows hubby in bold.