The Strong Silent Type
“For most of the morning, she and he had been cross-referencing information, searching for a connection, a name, something to hang their newest theory on.A headache formed over the bridge of her nose and she paused to massage it, her eyes never leaving the top of Hawk’s head. He was busy poring over something. Intent. Focused.Unlike her. Her mind bounced back and forth like a ball at zero gravity, going from their case to the night they’d spent together.She didn’t want to feel this way, this happy-glad-Fourth-of-July-sparkler sort of way every time she thought of him. What she wanted, or felt she wanted, didn’t seem to enter into it.The sparkler continued to burn.For the first time in her life, she had feelings, potentially deep feelings for someone—if she allowed herself to admit it—and it worried her. More than that, it frightened her. She’d seen what really loving someone could do. She only had to look to her father if the memory began to fade a little. She’d watched what he endured... when he’d lost her mother.MoreLess
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