We are so not breaking out the violins and pity partying.
Gena ShowalterWe can't really spy on them if they aren't spying on us, now can we?" twisted logic, but okay.
Gena ShowalterWe can't spy on them if they aren't spying on us, now can we?" Warped logic, but okay.
Gena ShowalterI've seriously got to stop turning my girlfriends gay, but like I can really help it. It's my animal appeal.
Gena ShowalterCole, who had kissed me. Cole, who had refused to discuss it afterwards. Okay, fine. I had refused. Cole, who was driving me flipping crazy.
Gena ShowalterHate is too mild of a word. But it's nothing personal, I don't think.
Gena ShowalterYou really don’t mind that I can learn everything about you so easily?”
“As I don’t plan to keep secrets from you again, no, I really don’t mind. But I would appreciate it if you promised to come to me, talk to me, if anything you learn about me disturbs you.”
A promise like that implied she would be around for a while. Though she knew she shouldn’t, she said, “I promise.” And she meant it. Starting now. “Your psychiatrist believes you are wrong to push people out of your life.”
A muscle ticked below his eye and a rosy flush overtook his cheeks. “Every agent has to see a shrink periodically.”
“Well, you’re not going to drive me insane with your darkness. I told you, I like it.”
“That doesn’t mean—”
“Your father was wrong, Sean. Not once have I thought I was losing my mind.”
“But it has happened to others,” he insisted harshly.
“I’m different. Remember? My brain operates on a different wavelength.”
They stared at each other as he considered her words. Then, slowly, a smiled curved his lips, and the clouds cleared from his eyes. “Then I won’t hold anything back from you. I won’t push you away,” he said. “God help you, I’ll only draw you closer. I didn’t have much fight left in my anyway. I want you too damn bad.
Rowan didn’t speak as she turned on her heel and strode to the door. Didn’t speak as she opened it, exited, and shut it behind her with a gentle click. Then he swiveled in his chair and leveled Sean with a dark glare.
“What the hell just happened?”
“That’s called a strikeout,” Sean said with a grin. “I’ve never seen you crash and burn like that, my friend.”
“I know. Embarrassing is what it is. I mean, really.”
Rowan tangled his fingers through his hair. “You got a better response than I did.”
“Please, I got nothing, same as you.”
Rowan offered him a sheepish smile. “I know. But I felt the heat pulsing off you the moment she stepped into the office. Then I saw the fantasies you were weaving about her and decided to throw you a bone. So you want her, huh?”
Sean lost his grin but managed to shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Unless you picked up on her weaving fantasies about me?”
A sigh. “Sorry. Her mind was a blank slate to me. I didn’t pick up on a single thought, emotion, or desire. It’s like she operates on a completely different frequency than the rest of the world.”
She probably did, with all those wires and chips in her head.
“Still,” Rowan continued, “we can call Bill and tell him you’re the one who should be—”
“Nope.” The word burned his tongue, and he hated himself for saying it, but he didn’t take it back. Success was too important. “I don’t exactly inspire trust in the women I date. The opposite, in fact. Something about me makes people distrust every word and action.” His affiliation with the shadows, with darkness, most likely. They must have sensed it on some level. “You’re better at romancing and I’m better at killing.
So, your saying choices and destiny shape the course of our lives? "I think so, yes. It's just easier to blame fate for all of the mistakes.
Gena ShowalterMots clés inspirational
I never lie- except for the few times I do in fact lie, but it's never intentional, and i'm totally telling the truth right now" She raised her right hand "promise".
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