There’s something about Ghost that drives you insanely crazy. That feeling when you just need to show him who you are and what you’re capable of. Maybe it’s physical, because every time you’re near him, you feel the need to make yourself known, to draw him to you. But his eyes on your body aren’t enough—you want his hands. You want to be in his thoughts. You want him to belong to you, mind and body.

And you realize it’s more than just physical when you start feeling that heat in your chest whenever he’s near the other girls, when he’s training someone who isn’t you. You always want his attention on you—his voice whispering to you, his hands running down your body, his gaze fixed on yours.

Jealousy. That’s what you feel when he turns his attention to a woman who isn’t you. But your behavior hasn’t gone unnoticed by the lieutenant, who asked to meet with you privately in his office.

You step into the room and notice him right away. His imposing frame is settled in the chair, arms crossed. His eyes, sharp and dark behind the mask, rake over your figure.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting lately.” His rough voice is music to your ears, sending shivers down your spine and raising goosebumps on your skin. “Are you jealous, Sergeant?”