Faith fled her compound one wintry night with four other genetically modified women. Glory, Honor, Charity, and Hope have all found men who adore them. Faith is happy for her sisters, but itās lonely on her own. A man piqued her interest, but she ran the probabilities, and the odds of him ever being interested in her are thin. Tough and forbidding, Reginald was a field surgeon in the Middle East. He eats and breathes medicine. Besides, heās married to the CIA. No wives in his past. Faith hacked into the personnel database to check.
Reginald Thomas agreed to run the CIAās infirmary after a bullet nailed him in Afghanistan. Heās one of a handful of scientists who produced the original batches of genetically modified humans, and heās laid low since their rebellion. The catastrophe rankles, but he hasnāt given up finding a fix for their genome problems.
A permanent bachelor for a host of feeble reasons, heās substituted immersion in medicine and science for a personal life. Easier that way. And a whole lot cleaner. The status quo might be sterile, but at least itās trouble free. When Faith catches his eye, he fights his attraction to her, but itās a losing battle. Loving her fulfills him, and he canāt walk away. What will happen if she discovers he helped create those like her? In a radical departure from his normal forthright manner, he buries that fact deep. If she never finds out, it canāt ever come back to bite him.