Agent T3: d'Artagnan (Superhero Romance) (The D.I.R.E. Agency) by Joni Hahn

she’d succeeded the first time she came to the future? What if she had given that technology to her father?
    Oh God…
    She’d known her father’s associates fronted the gold. The idea that they were Nazis never entered her mind.
    Rachel rubbed her back. “Don’t beat yourself up over it, Jocelyn. He’s your father. You had no reason to suspect him.”
    Lowering her hands, she let out a deep breath. “At this point, they’re winning. What if, by coming to the future, we’ve changed the outcome? What if the history you know has already changed?”
    Mitchell said, “I have a plan, Jocelyn, and Dar is the key. The sooner we get him up and going, the sooner we can take care of this.”
     

Chapter 8
     
    Dar woke the next morning with Joce beside him in the recovery bed. He’d never heard her arrive .
    What a sight for sore eyes .
    With her dark hair disheveled from sleep, she snored lightly on her side, her rear snuggled up against him. He should use the video recorder on his new armband to show her proof she actually did snore.
    He smiled. The munchkin would probably kick his ass.
    Taking a mental inventory, Dar realized he felt good. The armbands felt heavy on his arms, the spots where they tied into his blood stream and nervous system looked good and healthy. His veins felt heavier with the copper and gold compound, his nervous system running at a low hum .
    Robinson said he’d feel stronger, more bulky. To others, he’d feel like a rock. While he really had no strength enhancement, it would be harder to take him down .
    Dar watched Jocelyn sleep. Robinson had told him she’d regained her memory. He wondered how she felt about him, her beau, her father, and his enhancements .
    She’s here now. That’s a good sign .
    Brushing back her hair, he kissed her temple before wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close. He shut his eyes to go back to sleep .
    “Dar?” Her voice sounded groggy.
    “What baby?”
    “Are you all right?”
    “I am now.”
    She squeezed his fingers.
    “I have my memory back.”
    “Robinson told me. Are you all right?”
    “I am now.”
    Grinning to himself, he kissed her hair .
    Now that her memory had returned, he needed to tell her Angela was his mother. He also needed to warn her about the spies and his father, since he remained on site. Dammit, he wished Mitchell would get him off property.
    “I like your tattoo.”
    He’d forgotten about his new tattoo. “What does it look like? It’d better be cool.”
    Turning his back to her, the area between his shoulder blades still stung. All of his nerve endings remained raw after his procedure.
    “Cool? What does that mean?”
    “It means… unique or appealing.”
    Jocelyn touched his back, her fingers cool, soft on his tender skin. “You have a hydrogen atom on the left and a titanium atom on the right, with a period clock in the center. In my opinion, it’s very… cool.” She kissed him there. “I missed you, d’Artagnan.”
    His eyes popped open. Had anyone ever told him that? Ever ?
    Turning on his back to face her, Dar felt his blood pump at a low gurgle. Her beautiful, dark eyes took in his bare chest, the armbands, his face .
    “Tarzan. I’ve gone to the theater to see Tarzan picture shows. That’s who you remind me of, except you’re much more…”
    He gave her a cocked brow.
    “…stimulating.” With a sultry smile, she reached up and kissed him lightly on the mouth .
    Dar’s body shot into second gear, his blood pumping, his nervous system buzzing. Damn, sex was going to be one helluva ride with this shit .
    “ No .” Robinson walked into the room shaking his head vigorously. “Absolutely not.”
    Taking Jocelyn’s hand, Robinson helped her up from the bed. “We haven’t met. I’m Clint Robinson, Dar’s… doctor. And, right now, this early in the process, Dar can’t get his… ahem, system up.”
    Cursing in his head, Dar gave Robinson a get-serious look.
    Have you taken a good look at