Chapters (49)
- “YOU’VE BEEN STUDYING ME, NARI?”
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Epilogue
- Teaser chapter
“So.” She twirled hers around and tried not to look at him. “You had no right to try to force me to take a vacation with Wolfe and Dana.” Her shoulders went back and she braced for an argument.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Angus said.
Her head jerked so fast her neck hurt. “What?” She stared at his rugged face.
He shrugged. “You were right. This guy is after you as well as me, and you have every right to hunt him down. Getting you out of town would make things easier for me, not for you. It was selfish and I’m sorry.”
She wobbled, almost falling off her stool.
He rolled his eyes. “Give me a break. I’ve apologized before.”
“Ha.” She looked into the empty kitchen, sorry nobody else was around to witness this. “You have not.”
He reached for a muffin and carefully unwrapped it, his hands large and capable, bringing back memories she needed to banish if she was going to concentrate. Those long fingers had stroked her to orgasm too easily.
She cleared her throat. “Do you want a psychologist’s insight before you create your profile?”
“Sure.” His voice only held a hint of sarcasm.
She bit back a sharp retort. “Why do you dislike shrinks so much?” She’d asked him before, but he’d always refused to answer. Well, mostly.
He bit into the muffin and chewed thoughtfully. “When I was chasing Lassiter, my boss at the FBI thought I was getting obsessed and ordered me to see the agency shrink. He was a smart guy and we ended up collaborating more than working on my brain. Nelson was his name, and he was supposedly an expert in abnormal psychology.”
“And?” Nari prodded.
Angus took a deep breath, looking at the half-eaten muffin. “He analyzed all the data and concluded that Lassiter was obsessed with me and playing an intellectual game. That he wanted me to stay in the game, so I was essentially safe from attack. It sounds weird, but it made sense at the time.”
“But every game has an end,” Nari said.
Angus nodded. “Yeah, and I was supposed to be the end. Not my sister. I trusted the shrink’s analysis over my own instincts because I agreed that I’d become obsessed. Driven. I should’ve locked my sister down. I didn’t, Lassiter took her and he killed her.”
Nari held back her questions and thought it through. So that was why he was so insistent upon her leaving town. He felt that he’d failed to save his sister and he was driven to save the women on his team. “Would she have allowed it?”
“Huh?” He looked away from the muffin and up at her. “What do you mean?”