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That’s what it’s called. Don’t you just hate it when you can’t remember a word?”
    And just when he was convinced she was a manipulative viper, she came out with something like that.
    Rodriguez’s lips twitched, but he didn’t let himself smile.
    His brain kept telling him she was a con artist. Probably. The jury was still out. His gut kept arguing that she was the real deal. Something about her triggered every protective instinct he had, which was confusing the hell out of him since he was three-quarters convinced she was playing him.
    It had to be the Bambi eyes. He wasn’t usually such a sucker.
    “Rodriguez?” Karma prodded. “Could it have been a demon?”
    He dropped onto the chair next to Brittany’s. Time to burst her bubble. “Brittany, I don’t think you saw what you thought you saw.”
    Her open easy smile morphed into a glower that was just as effective at telegraphing her irritation as her smile was at broadcasting her joy. “Why not? Because I’m not an exorcist?”
    “Exactly. If just anyone could see through a demon’s glamour, they’d be spotted on every street corner.”
    Her doe eyes flared wide. “ Every street corner?”
    Rodriguez groaned internally. He was just making it worse. Now she’d be seeing them on every corner. He’d be called in here twelve times a day to deal with her hallucinations. “You aren’t tuned to their energy. Did you see the demon in the car yesterday?”
    Brittany wrinkled her nose. “Well, no. But I used to see other things.”
    He winced. Great. She had a history of delusions.
    She must have seen the wince. A surprisingly fierce expression flashed across her face. “Why do you have such a hard time believing I could have seen a demon? Don’t you see them all the time? Why is it so impossible to believe I might have a little bit of magic in me too? I’m very disappointed in you, Mr. Rodriguez. I expected more of a man who ought to have green eyes.”
    He frowned, irrationally offended that she didn’t like his eyes. She didn’t give him a chance to defend his eye color, plowing on.
    “I saw a man with shark teeth and red eyes.” She planted a hand on her hip and leaned forward in her chair. She’d worn her hair loose today and the brown curls fell forward around her face. She shoved them back irritably. “He might not have had them the first time I looked at him or the entire time I was talking to him, but he made me feel all ookie, so I ran away. And when I looked back he had shark teeth . He chased me all through the market to my car and when I got there he watched me drive away with red eyes . I am not imagining things! You people are supposed to believe in this stuff!” Her voice shook on the last word.
    If she was conning them, she was one hell of an actress. If she wasn’t , he was a prize ass.
    There was a chance she’d really seen a corporeal demon, and that was enough to shake anyone up. And here he was giving her shit and treating her like she was nuts.
    Real sensitive, dipshit.
    “Brittany…”
    “Why is it so hard for you to believe me?” she demanded.
    He cut her off before she could work herself up again. “I believe you.”
    “You do?” The quaver in her voice hit him right in the gut.
    When she blinked those damn Bambi eyes at him, Rodriguez had to squelch a powerful urge to wrap her in his arms and croon that everything was going to be okay now that he was here. She made him feel like he should wrap her in cotton and keep her safe from the big, bad world, but that wouldn’t do either of them any good.
    “I believe you,” he repeated. “You were right. It was a demon.” Possibly . He still wasn’t entirely sure she’d seen a demon, but he certainly believed she thought she had.
    “It was?” Brittany murmured softly, as if all of her conviction had drained right out of her the second he agreed with her.
    If she had seen a demon, it would have to be one mother of a powerful one. Only badass corporeal demons