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an intuitive, either." She gave him a self-satisfied smile, climbing off of him. This time he did let her go, propping his head on one arm and watching her glide across the room.
    "Then what in All's name are you, Shelby?" She gave him a faint smile in return, one tinged with something he couldn't name, but didn't reply. Again, he questioned her, only to be met with stubborn silence. "Are you an empath?" he pressed, already knowing that the gift of empathy wouldn't give her knowledge of his past actions.
    "Look, Jake, we gotta make some decisions here. You've got that folder"—she gestured toward where it lay on the floor—"and once you review its contents, we need to hit the road. So you might as well get your mind out of the gutter, Commando."
    Commando . It had been Hope's teasing name for him that very first night they'd made love, that crazy drunken night when they'd gone home together from the bar. It was supposed to have been a one-night stand.
    Terror chased down Jake's spine, a feeling that he could hardly acknowledge, much less name.
    "Did you hear what I said, sir? We need to leave, stat."
    "For where?" he asked, bending to grab the folder. "Because I'm not heading back to base—"
    "Commander Bennett is expecting your return in two days, three tops. You're to meet with Chris Harper, sir."
    "I d-don't understand," he barely managed to stammer. He couldn't imagine a face-to-face meeting with his brother-in-law, not after so much time. Not when he had years' worth of memories, of friendship and brotherhood and fighting, that this Chris couldn't begin to understand. They'd interacted briefly during the raid to rescue Hope and Scott—but Chris hadn't had a clue as to his real identity. He swallowed hard.
    "Look," Shelby explained, planting one hand on her hip, "there's a lot that's gone down in your absence. I've finally got you sobered up, so now it's time you knew a few things yourself."
    He ignored the way his heart tripped double time inside his chest, the almost nauseating terror choking at his throat. "Starting with?"
    "Chris doesn't just have answers for you about the real Jake Tierny, sir—he needs your help. We all do."
    He rose slowly to his feet, his right knee suddenly aching. An old battle injury, it kicked up whenever he least expected it. "All right, but tell me this: Why do you need my help? Why does Chris need my help? I should know that much before we go."
    Shelby crossed the small distance that separated them. "I can wrap that knee for you," she volunteered without explanation, then plowed right ahead, "and I'll tell you what Commander Bennett has in mind once we're on the road."
    How did she know about his knee? How did she seemingly read his mind—hell, his body, even? Yet she claimed she wasn't intuitive.
    Grasping her by both upper arms, he backed her toward the door, pinning her there. "I don't go anywhere without knowing what you are, Tyler. So start talking. My knee, my sex life … you seem to know a great deal about me." He tightened his grip on her arms, giving her a shake. "Tell me what you are, damn it, Shelby."
    She blinked back at him, hesitating, then finally whispered, "I'm the one All has sent to challenge you."
    "That's not enough of an answer." Growling, he bent low, blowing a hot breath against her face. "Not enough at all, so I will repeat: What are you, Shelby Tyler? How do you know so damned much about me?"
    Her eyes slid shut, and she leaned her head backward against the flimsy door. With a quiet sigh she admitted, "I'm a little intuitive, yes, but it's more than that."
    "More how?"
    Her clear blue eyes opened, fixing on him with a meaningful stare. Whatever she was about to say, he knew it was going to rock his world in a serious way. She drew in a slow breath, released it, then quietly admitted the one thing he never would have imagined.
    "Well, Jake, it's pretty darn simple." She never took her gaze off him. "I'm a time walker."

Chapter Five

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