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and taking notice. Cam wanted to melt into a little puddle on the deck just hearing it. If she wanted to play with dogs, then that was cool, he’d play fetch all right. He’d fetch her right into his bed and roll over so she could rub his tummy…and other things.
    “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. As the major has informed you, I’m Sergeant Ferris, and I’ll be your new combat sergeant.”
    Even though her voice was soft, it was pitched to carry, easily reaching Cam on the back row. She looked along the lines, meeting the eyes of each and every dog in the squad.
    “Since you all have an excellent sense of smell, I won’t bother with the bullshit. You’re all aware that I am not a weredog. Which means I’m not as strong, or as fast, as any of you.”
    Cam kept his face impassive as her gaze reached him. He had to give it to her; she had balls to list her shortcomings up front like that. There was no nervousness about her manner, or trepidation as she looked at them.
    “Now, if you think that gives you leeway to fuck me about, think again.” Her voice hardened, the expression on her face more so. She looked every inch the experienced soldier the stripes on her arm said she was.
    “I didn’t gain three stripes by being a pussy. I’ve sixteen years hard-battle experience in shitholes you lot would have nightmares about, and there isn’t a trick in the book I don’t know about or haven’t tried. There is just one thing you guys have to remember. I know how quick you guys heal. So fuck me about, and no matter how fast you are…” She took a few steps forward, looking right up into Rennick’s face. Then she smiled. “A bullet’s faster.”
     
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    “So what do you think?”
    Cam tried to pitch the question nonchalantly as he and Ren headed for the showers. The barracks had been abuzz with chatter about the new combat sergeant, the new female, human , combat sergeant, since they’d gotten back from the loading bay. Half the squad was already in love, while the other half had decided that she wasn’t going to last more than a week before getting herself killed.
    Perez, as usual, had proclaimed she was in lust with him and would be in his bed and impaled on his cock before nightfall. His boasting had been cut off when Dolly, the blow-up sheep, had hit him on the back of the head. Normally an inflatable sex toy was pretty harmless, except when thrown by a shifter. Perez was now in the med-bay with a concussion due to a sex-toy-related injury, something the squad wouldn’t let him live down for at least a month.
    Ren shrugged, his towel slipping from one broad shoulder onto his arm. He paused to hang it on a hook then stripped off. Cam took longer, slowing down to enjoy the view as Ren’s hard, soldier’s body was revealed in all its naked glory.
    “She’ll do.”
    Cam blinked. “Wait. What?”
    He’d been expecting something derisive—some caustic comment about pretty little human women getting hurt when they tried to play with the big boys. Dogs. Whatever.
    Ren turned to spear him with a dark gaze. “Ferris. She’ll do. Are you getting naked sometime today or what?”
    “Er, did you miss that she’s human?”
    Curious, Cam trailed Ren into the shower. He wasn’t so curious as to miss the chance to ogle the bigger dog’s rear. God, the man had an ass on him. Firm and tight enough to crack nuts between the cheeks. Heat flooded Cam’s body again, his dick punching to full mast in a heartbeat, leading the way like a damn solar flare.
    “Nope.”
    Ren stepped into one of the larger cubicles and punched buttons, setting the water temperature. With Rennick being squad corporal, he’d been delayed in debrief, so there were just the two of them in the showers now. Not that Cam cared. It just meant that they got less shouts to get a room.
    “Nope, you didn’t miss that she’s human?” Cam all but growled in frustration. He’d always known that Ren was a man of few words, but this was