Primal Instinct. Janie Crouch
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Название: Primal Instinct
Автор: Janie Crouch
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: Mills & Boon Intrigue
isbn: 9781472050137
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“Yeah, maybe.”
“Look, Adrienne. I want to give you this chance, while we’re here alone, to tell me if there’s something you want to tell me. You know, about your abilities or about when you worked for the FBI before.”
“I don’t understand.” Adrienne was honestly puzzled.
“I mean, if you were in some way exaggerating what you could do—in terms of profiling and working for the FBI—either then or now. Or, hell, even if you had completely tricked the Bureau before, you can tell me, and I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
“What?”
“I’m just telling you, I’ll protect you from any repercussions. We’ll come up with some reason why you can’t help us that everyone will buy. I’ll even make sure Rick Vincent is taken care of and won’t be arrested.”
He had the nerve to sit there with his gorgeous green eyes and say this to her.
Adrienne struggled to keep her temper from boiling over. “So let me make sure I understand this. You think I deceived the FBI ten years ago when I worked for them and that I’m back again, lying now. Wasting my time and yours.”
She could see Conner attempting damage control in his mind. But she never gave him a chance to speak.
“And you, very magnanimously I might add, are offering to protect me if I just come clean now and, what, admit this was all a hoax?”
“Adrienne, calm down.”
Adrienne raised her eyebrows at that—no man should ever tell an upset woman to calm down—but she kept quiet.
“I’m just trying to offer you an out if you need it.”
“Well, thank you, Agent Perigo.” She saw him grimace. “But despite you thinking I’m a liar and a cheat, not to mention some sort of juvenile attention-seeker, I don’t need an out!”
“Listen, I’m not trying to offend you. But I’ve been an agent a long time, and I’ve never seen anything that suggested a gift such as yours is real. As a matter of fact, the exact opposite is true. When someone comes forth and claims to be ‘psychic’ and know something about a case, almost always he or she is involved in some way.”
Adrienne took a deep breath. Conner was skeptical. She had dealt with skepticism before, even considered it healthy. No one should blindly believe someone else without reason. Why did she feel the need to prove herself to him when she never had felt that way about anyone else?
“I’m not a psychic,” Adrienne said quietly.
“Whatever you want to call it. Good, smart detective work is what solves cases, not hocus-pocus.”
“It’s not magic, Perigo. It’s just the way my brain works. Some people are geniuses with musical instruments. Some are whizzes when it comes to math. My brain is just wired differently than most people.”
“Then why isn’t your gift working now?”
Temper threatened again. “I don’t know!”
Seth chose that moment to come in with the coffee. He put the cup carrier down, looking back and forth between Adrienne and Conner, noticing the obvious tension between them.
“Here you go, Adrienne. Coffee, black. And here’s your froufrou, princess,” he said as he handed Conner his drink. “You owe me $4.50.”
“How come I have to pay, but she doesn’t?”
“Because her drink didn’t involve an embarrassing list of words to order.” Seth sat down in his chair. “Anything come to you while I was gone?”
“Nothing, Seth, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got time.”
Adrienne hoped time would help.
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