Peyton 313 (18 page)

Kyra waved as they both climbed into Nero’s sleek air jet. Then she closed the door and headed to see what her double-wired cyborg spy was up to in her kitchen.

Her mouth dropped open when she found Peyton using her stainless steel teakettle to boil water. “You didn’t have to use my artifact. The water dispenser has a built-in heater.”

“Your stress level has been elevated almost since the moment we woke up. I thought you might need a little something normal to help you reach a state of calm again.”

Peyton kept his back to Kyra hoping the non-aggressive action would help her lower her guard with him again. He was trying not to come across as commanding and controlling. Without using the Cyber Husband chip’s recommendations, he was finding his aggressiveness hard to monitor on his own.

“While you were in the lab with your friends, I investigated the teakettle and realized you actually use it instead of the water dispenser. It wasn’t hard to figure out how it worked. I’m assuming that efficiency is not the goal of using this antiquated device.”

Kyra smiled as she walked to the table and sat. “No. Using the teakettle is not efficient, but it offers a lesson in patience to wait for the water to heat in it. Did you get the bed and clothes moved to the pod storage area?”

“Yes to both. Now are you going to tell me what’s really wrong? Or are you going to keep trying to convince the giant cyborg you don’t fear that you’re intimidated over something those two skinny young men said or did?”

Kyra studied Peyton’s back, which was still turned to her. There was no getting around his extraordinary perception where she was concerned. To lie to him or not was her choice to make at the moment, but she suddenly wished with everything in her that those broad shoulders of his could share some of her mental burden. Her wishful thinking made her sigh. It was impossible to keep her emotional distance from a man who had obviously memorized how she took her tea after watching her make it only once.

“Sorry if I seem a little weird today, Peyton. I’ve never had a man make me tea in my own kitchen before. I think I could get used to having a real Cyber Husband who did such things. I’m almost sorry now that I’m going to have to cut you loose one day.”

The teakettle’s whistling signal finally sounded, and she saw Peyton snap off the heat source in response. She watched him pour boiling water carefully over the powered tea. Then he stirred it with the spoon the same number of times she did before removing it from the cup to add honey. His careful consideration of all details involving her ritual was just a matter of excellent memory programming. She couldn’t let herself forget that no matter how charmed she was by his thoughtfulness.

But it still suited her to believe that Peyton’s intuition about Nero and Brad destroying her calm was part of the real man within.

When Peyton set the tea in front of her, he smiled when she sighed over the steaming cup of liquid.

“I think I got it right. I’m finding I have to make notes about things like this now. I have a sense that the human part of me keeps arguing about what’s important and not important enough to have to recall. I should have recorded your actions when I observed you making tea earlier.”

“Thank you. I’m sure it’s fine.” Closing her eyes, Kyra lifted her cup to her nose and sniffed. The smell of minty green tea never failed to soothe. “If I’m not very calm today, it’s because I still have many things I need to tell you. Nero and Brad added to my mental stress with their interruption this morning.”

Peyton watched Kyra sip the tea he had made. It gave him a sense of satisfaction. While not as great as the pleasure he’d felt removing her old bed from the house, it was still pleasing to see her relax even a little. As she sipped, her gaze kept moving around the kitchen to rest on some spot in the space here and there. Kyra seemed more lost in her thoughts than usual and that was saying a lot for the restless scientist he was coming to know. Too bad her brain wasn’t as readily accessible to him as his was to her.

“Sharing data with me would be a lot easier if you were a cyborg too, Doc. I could tune myself to the frequency of your thoughts.”

Kyra had heard such links were created for military reasons, but she had not been part of that work. “Your military programming was done outside the scope of the codes that keep your cybernetics running and functional. That protocol functions on top of what I developed. What’s it like to be ‘tuned’ into other cyborgs?”

Peyton thought for a moment about how to describe it. “It’s a hierarchy based on rank. No one above captain was cybernetically combat modified to the best of my knowledge. After my field promotion, I had the highest rank among my group of Marines. My communication capabilities extend to all Cyber Soldiers, but my officer programming focuses most specifically on talking to
my
Marines. Basically, being tuned into each other means once I’m on the same frequency as they are, I can issue orders wirelessly, which they have to follow. When we used that during the war, the trick was to find a com channel the enemy wasn’t monitoring. With just over two hundred options, I’m proud to say our government managed to creatively cycle through those better than anyone else.”

Kyra sipped and narrowed her gaze, her mind working quickly. She had been wondering how they could possibly collect other cyborgs discreetly. It would be great if Peyton could literally call them to him. “Can you tell if that military protocol is still enabled?”

Peyton nodded. “Yes. It is a chip based functionality and my diagnostics show that all military chips are still active. Some of mine do seem to be in some sort of sleep mode at the moment. I’ve actually been trying to run diagnostics on the protocol chip directly, but something seems to be preventing the level two check from happening. I noted the anomaly on the report I sent you. Didn’t you see that?”

“No. What report?” Kyra asked, surprised by the information.

“Each time a diagnostic report finishes, I’m having it sent to your portable. I created a wireless connection that allows me to send, but not receive from your unit,” Peyton said, intrigued by her eyebrow lift. “Is that a problem? You seem to use your portable far more than your handheld devices.”

“No—no problem. How did you get around the password?” Kyra watched Peyton’s eyes for any sign that he was running some sort of decryption software but could find no fluctuations in his eye movements or any other facial tics.

“I figured a cyber scientist wouldn’t ask such a basic question. No password is needed for one-way communications, Dr. Winters. You have your portable set to receive all incoming communications without prior approval. I assume you have that setting so your incoming email isn’t restricted in any way.”

“That’s right. I do. The level of spam communication I get as a result is daunting, but I’m always afraid I’ll miss something if I change it. Were you ever an IT Tech?”

Peyton shook his head. “No. Any knowledge I seem to need is just there in my help files. I access them when I have a question. They seem to be running at a hundred percent efficiency. I don’t know how current the data is though because I don’t have access to the last date my uplinks were flashed for upgrade. The Cyber Husband report indicates I’m as up to date as I can be made to be.”

The answer to her dilemma popped into her mind much easier than she could have ever predicted. Peyton’s last upgrade was probably when his secondary processor was installed. Since the upgrade information was being hidden from his primary processor, she wondered if the secondary processor’s very existence was being kept from Peyton’s conscious mind. If the secondary processor only activated during his down time—like when he was sleeping—Peyton might never think of the episodes as anything more than very active dreams, if he remembered them at all.

Thinking Peyton might actually be clueless about his double-wiring made her feel better, but it brought up additional ethical considerations.

Should she tell him about the situation straight out while he was awake?

Was she risking possible apprehension if her revelation set off a code launch?

Or should she try to get Peyton back into the lab where she could attempt to use the creator code again to shut him down? Checking his upgrades definitely gave her a damn good reason to look for the secondary processor.

Kyra leaned across the table. “If you want, I can make sure you’re upgraded. That will help you with your assimilation and may even be the source of your blips. Maintenance information should be instantly accessible to your processor at all times. It’s strange that you can’t recall the last date you were upgraded. Those facts are generally stored in the processor’s routine backup files.”

Peyton frowned. “Does fixing the blip require me going back into the chair?”

“Yes—unfortunately. Shutting you down is still the only way I can safely work on you. I didn’t leave myself that option with Marshall and Alex. If I had, they might still be alive.”

Peyton didn’t like the situation his reformed mad scientist was describing, but he hated the idea that there were still cyber blocks on his memories more. “Okay. I’ll let you take another whack at fixing me. Are you planning to record the session?”

Kyra nodded, unwilling to lie about that fact. It was bad enough that she was not revealing the extent of what she intended to do to him. “Yes I am intending to record what I do and find. I warned you I would be doing so for everything we did to you.

Peyton nodded back. “Yes, I remember. I’m mentioning it because I want to see the recording afterward. I have a right to know what’s going on with my head.”

Kyra nodded again, totally in agreement, and happy he had stated it that way. “Yes you do have that right. In fact, I have several recordings to share with you. I’ve just been waiting for the right time. Your request tells me you’re feeling ownership of your body again.”

“Good. Then let’s do this, Doc. The sooner we get it over with, the better as far as I’m concerned.” Peyton stood when Kyra did. He had to hustle to prevent her from leaving. “Wait. I need one more thing from you before I get into that damn chair again.”

He put a hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. “In case I don’t come out of this next round of cyber tinkering as good as we’d both like me to, I just wanted you to know it was damn difficult to let you out of bed this morning. The urge to keep you there was not prompted by anything stored in the Cyber Husband chip either. It was the result of your toned ass squirming against me all night and giving me erection after erection I couldn’t use. If those guys hadn’t shown up this morning, this day would have started very differently. I was intending to seduce you. . .and not bragging or anything. . .but I damn well would have succeeded.”

Before her brain could get over the shock about how sure he sounded, Kyra felt herself lifted to her toes. His mouth on hers was gentle, but his fingers gripped her hips firmly as he pulled her flush against the front of him. She would probably have bruises from that fierce grip later, but it was hard to care when Peyton’s tongue was dipping in and out of her mouth in a rhythm that made her want to let other parts of him do the same thing.

Kyra found herself suddenly wishing they were in another time and place where his seduction could have just happened naturally between them. By the time her mouth was finally free, her heart was hammering against her shirt. “You make me want things, Peyton Elliot. I don’t know whether to thank you or hate you for it. My life is complicated enough already. The attraction between us makes it worse.”

Peyton pulled her close and rested his chin on top of her head. “You make me want things too, Doc. And I’m ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent sure that’s the human side of me feeling it instead of the cyborg. I can’t say a hundred percent yet, but I see that as a real possibility with you.”

Kyra pulled away, but slid her hand down to his. She used their linked fingers to tug him along. It was the sweetest moment she could remember having with another person in a very long time. “You’re a hell of a man, Peyton Elliott. If you survive this, I may just let you show me heaven after all.”

Peyton grinned as they headed to the lab. “I just ordered my brain to make a note of that comment and date it. This is yet another time I wish I had been recording you, but I’d rather you not be worried about talking to me.”

Kyra turned and leaned her head against his arm. “I don’t know why any woman ever sent you back. You’re pretty terrific out of bed as well as in it.”

“Flattery again, Doc? Well right back at you. I don’t remember who I was with any of those other women, but I like the man I’m becoming with you,” Peyton said softly.

She pulled away and patted his arm. “I hope that remains true, Captain Elliot. I hope that remains true.”

Kyra coded them into the lab as she chastised herself for allowing such an intimate moment between them without telling Peyton everything.

Chapter 12

Kyra fastened the band around Peyton’s chest first. Then she moved to his wrists. “I’m leaving both sets of restraints in place. By the way, I changed the mobile restraint codes when I was in the lab this morning.”

“I know. I have a military chip that runs an unlock decryption program on every security device it encounters. It was wise of you to start cycling the restraint codes. By the time my chip breaks one, you’ve got another running. My processor would have to work very fast now to beat your system.”

Kyra paused, then resumed her task. “Really? Can your decryption program
ever
beat the cycle?”

“Why, Doc? Do you want me to try to break out of your kinky restraints? What kind of games are we playing here?” Peyton asked, winking at her.

“No. Of course I don’t want you to break the restraints. That would make it harder for me to trust you.” Kyra shook her head at her hypocrisy, but was unable to think of a suitable light response to his teasing.

When she knelt between his legs, she heard Peyton groaning like he was in great pain. Her head popped up instantly between his knees. “What’s wrong? Are the chair bands too tight?”