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most. One of the victims had almost survived the attack. While the medics had been struggling to keep him alive, he had spoken in short incoherent bursts. The only thing that anyone had been able to piece together was a short string of words, “Ryker took him out.”
Natalie could not keep that phrase out of her mind.
Ryker took who out? All of them?
Unfortunately, that is what the evidence pointed to. The sole survivor with a finger pointed firmly in his direction.
She had no idea how to process this information. Additionally, if she was expected to draw forth a confession, how could she manage that now, when their professional relationship was already so muddled?
Try as she might, Natalie could not find a solution. She only hoped that if he did show up for their session, she could remain calm and not act like a blubbering fool.
If Chris really did take out his entire team, should Natalie be afraid of him? Surprisingly, she did not feel that fear. Despite what she had learned, Natalie still found herself innately trusting of the man. Maybe it was because of the fact that they were already intimately connected, but at no point during their encounter at the bar had Natalie felt unsafe or uncomfortable with Chris. If she had, she would have been long gone before he could have said, “What are you drinking?”
Natalie needed to keep her wits about her on this case for sure. Not only would her evaluation have the ability to make or break Chris’s career, but she also knew that the committee would be watching the case closely. If she was suspected of showing preference, or irrational judgement in any way, it would be the end of her own career.
With a sigh, she turned back to the beginning of the file. Maybe if she re-read the notes she would come across something helpful. Not, she reminded herself, that it had worked the first dozen times.
Chapter 7:
With a soft knock Chris entered the office to find Natalie swinging her chair back and forth in front of the window. She must have been deep in thought because it was obvious that she had not heard him enter.
With the silent steps of a professional he crept up behind her chair. When the high-backed chair swung in front of him, he stopped it firmly in its tracks.
He had never seen a woman move so fast. Natalie was out of the chair in an instant and rounding on him as if braced for a fight.
When recognition dawned on her, she placed an open palm against her chest and took a series of calming breaths. The action was distracting, to say the least.
“You can’t sneak up on people like that!” She gasped.
Chris laughed. “Sure I can. I have years of training that tell me it’s OK.”
She slapped at his arm when she walked past, as if the minor punishment was anything other than playful. In response he slid an arm around her waist and turned her toward him.
With wary eyes she gazed at him. One perfectly arched eyebrow raised as she waited for him to release her. He did, but not before they both felt the heat that pulsed between their bodies as they pressed against one another.
“You’ve read my file.” He quipped as he flung himself lengthwise along a nearby couch. Placing his arms behind his head he closed his eyes and assumed what he considered was the stereotypical therapy position . “I’m ready for you to shrink me, Doc.”
He heard her sink into the chair directly across from him.
He knew from the look that had crossed her face that she was now intimately familiar with the details of the investigation. If that were so, then there was no point in Chris elaborating any further. He had made his statement and he was sticking to it.
“Are you going to take this seriously?” Her voice was low and calming.
“Sure.” He replied. “I’d say we are about as serious as I can ever remember being with a woman. We’ve seen each other, what… three times this week?”
He could almost hear Natalie roll her eyes.
“I’ll take that as a no.” she
Natalie could not keep that phrase out of her mind.
Ryker took who out? All of them?
Unfortunately, that is what the evidence pointed to. The sole survivor with a finger pointed firmly in his direction.
She had no idea how to process this information. Additionally, if she was expected to draw forth a confession, how could she manage that now, when their professional relationship was already so muddled?
Try as she might, Natalie could not find a solution. She only hoped that if he did show up for their session, she could remain calm and not act like a blubbering fool.
If Chris really did take out his entire team, should Natalie be afraid of him? Surprisingly, she did not feel that fear. Despite what she had learned, Natalie still found herself innately trusting of the man. Maybe it was because of the fact that they were already intimately connected, but at no point during their encounter at the bar had Natalie felt unsafe or uncomfortable with Chris. If she had, she would have been long gone before he could have said, “What are you drinking?”
Natalie needed to keep her wits about her on this case for sure. Not only would her evaluation have the ability to make or break Chris’s career, but she also knew that the committee would be watching the case closely. If she was suspected of showing preference, or irrational judgement in any way, it would be the end of her own career.
With a sigh, she turned back to the beginning of the file. Maybe if she re-read the notes she would come across something helpful. Not, she reminded herself, that it had worked the first dozen times.
Chapter 7:
With a soft knock Chris entered the office to find Natalie swinging her chair back and forth in front of the window. She must have been deep in thought because it was obvious that she had not heard him enter.
With the silent steps of a professional he crept up behind her chair. When the high-backed chair swung in front of him, he stopped it firmly in its tracks.
He had never seen a woman move so fast. Natalie was out of the chair in an instant and rounding on him as if braced for a fight.
When recognition dawned on her, she placed an open palm against her chest and took a series of calming breaths. The action was distracting, to say the least.
“You can’t sneak up on people like that!” She gasped.
Chris laughed. “Sure I can. I have years of training that tell me it’s OK.”
She slapped at his arm when she walked past, as if the minor punishment was anything other than playful. In response he slid an arm around her waist and turned her toward him.
With wary eyes she gazed at him. One perfectly arched eyebrow raised as she waited for him to release her. He did, but not before they both felt the heat that pulsed between their bodies as they pressed against one another.
“You’ve read my file.” He quipped as he flung himself lengthwise along a nearby couch. Placing his arms behind his head he closed his eyes and assumed what he considered was the stereotypical therapy position . “I’m ready for you to shrink me, Doc.”
He heard her sink into the chair directly across from him.
He knew from the look that had crossed her face that she was now intimately familiar with the details of the investigation. If that were so, then there was no point in Chris elaborating any further. He had made his statement and he was sticking to it.
“Are you going to take this seriously?” Her voice was low and calming.
“Sure.” He replied. “I’d say we are about as serious as I can ever remember being with a woman. We’ve seen each other, what… three times this week?”
He could almost hear Natalie roll her eyes.
“I’ll take that as a no.” she
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