her.
He thought he’d just made love to her for the first time.
Her brain couldn’t quite seem to wrap around the reality of it. She’d known he’d been traumatized . . . unwell, but she hadn’t guessed he wouldn’t remember, that he’d become amnesic to those hours in her bed, to their raw, volatile lovemaking. Another thought made her freeze while her key was in the door.
What else didn’t he remember?
The thought sent her brain into another riot of uncertainty. She’d been stunned when he’d mentioned that he’d just made love to her for the first time in her office just now. At first, she’d thought it must be a joke, but then she’d taken in Thomas’s rigid muscles and tortured glance and known in a rush of dread that it wasn’t.
She’d stopped herself from spilling the truth. He was like a walking time bomb. Who knew what would happen if she suddenly forced him to recall what he’d forgotten?
She shouldn’t have let him leave , she thought as she pulled her key out of the door and swiftly turned. She slung her purse over her shoulder and headed toward the elevator, but came up short when a man called her name.
She recognized the young, sharp-eyed FBI agent who had been on the elevator earlier with Thomas. He leaned casually against the hallway wall.
“Dr. Sophie Gable?” the man repeated. She nodded. He reached into his pocket. Sophie’s gaze lowered over the official-looking badge he held up. “My name is Fisk. I’m with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I was wondering if I might have a word?”
“About what?” Sophie asked.
“Thomas Nicasio.”
Sophie just stared at the agent while her pulse began to throb in her neck. It struck her that Agent Fisk wasn’t that much older than she was, but his clean-cut, dark good looks, serious expression, and sharp eyes gave the impression of talking to an older man. Despite her wariness of him, Sophie had to admit that Fisk had the type of face you trusted. And maybe she would have trusted him . . . under different circumstances anyway.
“Where’s your partner?” Sophie queried briskly after she’d glanced around his shoulder and ascertained that she was indeed alone in the deserted hallway with Fisk.
“Working on something else.”
“So you work alone at times?”
“Yeah. I do, Dr. Gable,” the agent replied after a pause. “I saw Nicasio leave your office.” His perceptive eyes flickered over her body. Sophie glanced down, following the trail of his brief assessment of her appearance. She held the agent’s stare, her chin tilted upward as she rapidly shoved the side of her shirt into her skirt. It’d remained partially untucked, a telltale sign of her heated lovemaking with Thomas.
“Have you known Nicasio long?”
“No,” Sophie admitted brusquely. “What is it that I can help you with, Mr. Fisk?”
He smiled at her small show of defiance. “I’m not your enemy, Dr. Gable. I’m not Thomas Nicasio’s enemy either.”
“Thomas seems to feel differently.”
“Does he?” Fisk asked, his air of slight puzzlement ratcheting up her own confusion. “You were just with him. As a physician, I’m wondering if you noticed anything . . . unusual about him?”
“What do you mean?” Sophie asked slowly.
“He seems extremely upset . . . overwhelmed.”
“Is it a wonder?” she snapped, hoping the observant agent didn’t notice her pulse throbbing at her throat. “Thomas has been through hell in the past week, Mr. Fisk.”
“And by all the evidence, hasn’t made the return trip yet,” Fisk muttered.
He knew , Sophie thought. He knew Thomas wasn’t right. But when she noticed Fisk’s searching expression, Sophie wondered. He seemed to be looking for answers as much as Sophie was.
“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” she demanded suddenly.
Fisk shrugged, unaffected by her outburst. “I was trying to figure you out, that’s all, Doctor, wondering if you’re really what you seem. Your
He thought he’d just made love to her for the first time.
Her brain couldn’t quite seem to wrap around the reality of it. She’d known he’d been traumatized . . . unwell, but she hadn’t guessed he wouldn’t remember, that he’d become amnesic to those hours in her bed, to their raw, volatile lovemaking. Another thought made her freeze while her key was in the door.
What else didn’t he remember?
The thought sent her brain into another riot of uncertainty. She’d been stunned when he’d mentioned that he’d just made love to her for the first time in her office just now. At first, she’d thought it must be a joke, but then she’d taken in Thomas’s rigid muscles and tortured glance and known in a rush of dread that it wasn’t.
She’d stopped herself from spilling the truth. He was like a walking time bomb. Who knew what would happen if she suddenly forced him to recall what he’d forgotten?
She shouldn’t have let him leave , she thought as she pulled her key out of the door and swiftly turned. She slung her purse over her shoulder and headed toward the elevator, but came up short when a man called her name.
She recognized the young, sharp-eyed FBI agent who had been on the elevator earlier with Thomas. He leaned casually against the hallway wall.
“Dr. Sophie Gable?” the man repeated. She nodded. He reached into his pocket. Sophie’s gaze lowered over the official-looking badge he held up. “My name is Fisk. I’m with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I was wondering if I might have a word?”
“About what?” Sophie asked.
“Thomas Nicasio.”
Sophie just stared at the agent while her pulse began to throb in her neck. It struck her that Agent Fisk wasn’t that much older than she was, but his clean-cut, dark good looks, serious expression, and sharp eyes gave the impression of talking to an older man. Despite her wariness of him, Sophie had to admit that Fisk had the type of face you trusted. And maybe she would have trusted him . . . under different circumstances anyway.
“Where’s your partner?” Sophie queried briskly after she’d glanced around his shoulder and ascertained that she was indeed alone in the deserted hallway with Fisk.
“Working on something else.”
“So you work alone at times?”
“Yeah. I do, Dr. Gable,” the agent replied after a pause. “I saw Nicasio leave your office.” His perceptive eyes flickered over her body. Sophie glanced down, following the trail of his brief assessment of her appearance. She held the agent’s stare, her chin tilted upward as she rapidly shoved the side of her shirt into her skirt. It’d remained partially untucked, a telltale sign of her heated lovemaking with Thomas.
“Have you known Nicasio long?”
“No,” Sophie admitted brusquely. “What is it that I can help you with, Mr. Fisk?”
He smiled at her small show of defiance. “I’m not your enemy, Dr. Gable. I’m not Thomas Nicasio’s enemy either.”
“Thomas seems to feel differently.”
“Does he?” Fisk asked, his air of slight puzzlement ratcheting up her own confusion. “You were just with him. As a physician, I’m wondering if you noticed anything . . . unusual about him?”
“What do you mean?” Sophie asked slowly.
“He seems extremely upset . . . overwhelmed.”
“Is it a wonder?” she snapped, hoping the observant agent didn’t notice her pulse throbbing at her throat. “Thomas has been through hell in the past week, Mr. Fisk.”
“And by all the evidence, hasn’t made the return trip yet,” Fisk muttered.
He knew , Sophie thought. He knew Thomas wasn’t right. But when she noticed Fisk’s searching expression, Sophie wondered. He seemed to be looking for answers as much as Sophie was.
“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” she demanded suddenly.
Fisk shrugged, unaffected by her outburst. “I was trying to figure you out, that’s all, Doctor, wondering if you’re really what you seem. Your
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