Jim had come across abusive men in his years of training, sure, but they'd rarely made it to the elite squads. And God knows, he’d been no stranger to throwing a punch when he’d signed up for Basic, and additional training had honed and sharpened his already-considerable skills. Ranger training had made him nothing short of a lethal weapon, and he knew this ex-Marine was the same. The thought that he’d put his hands on Kat made Jim physically sick: most tall, heavy men wouldn’t be able to stay standing once an ex-Marine started hitting them. Hell, for all Jim knew, Ferguson would give hima run for his money in a fist fight. A woman like Kat wouldn’t have a prayer.
Jim’s anger ballooned up in his chest and he took a deep breath, felt his heart rate drop again. The thing about really intens
