Brigid twisted the knob and stepped inside, shutting the door instantly and sighing. “I received your email to come see you when I got the chance.”

Nari looked up from the other side of her desk, surprise in her dark eyes. “You’re flushed. What’s going on?”

“Men are morons.” Brigid moved two feet and drew out a chair in what was more of a big closet than an actual office. Nari’s small desk touched one side wall and barely gave her room to move past it on the other side. Behind her was a plain and dingy wall holding a painting of a beach scene with plenty of sun and sand. “They’re all out there having a drink.”

Nari pushed her laptop to the left. A stack of papers rested to her right along with a myriad of manila folders. “It’s how they bond. At least, it’s how those four bond when bullets aren’t flying and bombs aren’t being defused.”

Brigid shared a smile with the brilliant doctor. “True that.” She smoothed her hands down her jeans. Today Nari had dressed in dark slacks with a pink shirt and one of those delicate scarves tied in the front in a way that some women seemed to naturally know how to do. The woman looked more out of place in the dilapidated office than did the German shepherd camped right outside the door. “It, ah, seems like most of us are screwups here,” Brigid said quietly.

Nari’s dark eyebrows arched. “I wouldn’t put it that way.”

How else could it be put? Brigid was a hacker out from prison, Angus an obsessed agent, Wolfe a nutjob, Malcolm a wounded agent, and Raider out for blood from an assignment gone wrong. What about the shrink? “Why are you here, anyway?”

Nari sighed. “HDD wants me here keeping an eye on all of you. I haven’t hidden that.”

Which meant she was probably informing on them to the powers that be. “All right.”

Nari tapped a gold-plated pen on a notepad. “But everything you tell me is confidential. I would not break patient confidentiality for any job. Ever.” Her voice, low and cultured, remained measured and sure. “You have my word.”

There was more to the woman’s story, and Brigid knew it. But she hadn’t had a chance to delve into Nari’s records, and she really didn’t want to get caught doing it. “If you say so,” she murmured.

“I do.” Nari smiled. “Shall we talk about your next mission? When was the last time you saw your father?”

A male voice boomed through the door. “Nari? Come look at this, would you?” Angus bellowed.