She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, waiting for me to continue.
I thought she looked very vulnerable.
And extremely attractive.
Seeking to reassure her and return the smile to her face, I said, “However, there’s one detail you do have correct. I am employed by the federal government.”
Her dark brown eyes reflected confusion.
“But you’re not with the FBI?”
“No, my agency primarily operates overseas.”
She sat very still and thought about my answer.
I enjoyed watching her as she grappled with the possibilities.
Her eyes brightened. “You’re with the CIA?”
I smiled at her. “Thank you for guessing correctly. Now I can always deny I ever told you.”
“Really? CIA?”
When I nodded, she shook her head as if she didn’t believe me.
“Well, forgive me, Titus, but I need more proof than just your word on that.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Not really, no.”
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