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“You think I’d lie to you” His eyebrows shot up

Rachel let out an exasperated breath “Actually, I don’t think you’d lie to me I’m fairly certain you’d just skirt any topic you didn’t want to discuss”

Her answer seemed to please him “For your information, I was definitely a spy Not a desk-jockey analyst Although I started out doing quite a bit of that” His s “It ca, pattern analysis, statistics, that sort of thing But I also have other skills” He winked at her, and she felt heat travel through her body

Damn cocky man

“What other skills?”

“Languages, the ability tocalm when other people are stressed, and hand-to-hand co “I was kinda born to be a spy”

Against her better judgued “Did you enjoy it?”

“Sure, there were parts I enjoyed Mainly I got a kick out of the challenge The puzzle, the gaht”

She folded her arht?”

Dark, somber eyes met hers “Yeah”

Rachel knew other women would back off at his tone They’d demur and tell him he didn’t have to answer if he didn’t want to She wasn’t other wo there was to know about her life As far as she was concerned, that meant share and share alike

“What happened?” she asked, wondering if he’d tell her Wondering what it meant if he did

“I spent three days being interrogated by Al-Qaeda extremists in northern Africa”

He seemed perfectly relaxed, calm, no tension at all But somehow, Rachel knew he didn’t mean a few questions in a back-country jail

“Did they hurt you?” She couldn’t bring herself to say torture, but that’s precisely what she meant