The lady was Cynthia, the war goddess, and in fact, that sexy body of hers was one of her lethal weapons.
“Cynthia,” Alex said her name softly.
Kate frowned, a hint of jealousy flickering in her eyes. “Do… you know her? From where?”
Before she could say more, Cynthia was haughty and grumpy as usual, slid her arms around Alex. “Yes, I know him… he’s my protector.”
Kate frowned again, wondering what that meant, but Alex quickly explained that she was just another comrade, his sister-in-arms during the war.
Kate found it impressive that someone as beautiful as Cynthia had fought in the war. She immediately respected her.
“You must be Ms. Kate… If I could borrow your husband,” Cynthia said, still clinging to Alex.
Alex tried to free himself from her grip, but she was too strong.
“I wil
