Jeremy Tanner entered my office the next morning precisely on time. His movements were brisk and military, and the uniform he wore enhanced the fit body beneath it. Again I felt that twinge of interest.
He came to a halt in front of my desk and stood at attention.
The photos, the description in his dossier hadn’t done him justice. His brown hair was dark, bordering on black, and I was mildly surprised to find that my fingers itched to test its texture. His eyes…
His eyes were the same shape and colour as my Jeremy’s, and I couldn’t catch my breath. After that first glance, I couldn’t look into those very alive eyes.
“At your ease, Mr Tanner.” I opened his dossier and pretended to be examining its contents. “I’m not your commanding officer. Have a seat, please.”
“Very good, sir.” He to
