Chapter 36

Technically, I could have remained back at Langley.

But because Vincent was here, I had to be here.

Had he had a hand in the young agent’s death? I didn’t like to think so, just as I didn’t like to think of him working hand in glove with a foreign antiterrorist organization.

That startled me. Why did I feel that way? Was a pair of hazel eyes getting to me?

No, I assured myself. It was simply a matter of it being a very long dry spell, so to speak, at least when it came to men. The last man I’d had was more than fifteen years ago. I thought of him wistfully, missing not so much him but having a man in my bed.