Page 59 of The Saint

“Do you think I’m crazy?”

The look he gave her might’ve said yes, but he said, “I know the bullshit you’ve been through.” He turned up a hand as though to say he rested his case. “See something. Say something. Get a weird vibe, read me in on it. Okay?”

She bit her lip and nodded. That was fair. “I’ve totally screwed up tonight, haven’t I?”

He laughed. “You kidding me? I would rather hear what your instincts are screaming than whatever preconceived notion you have on date conversations.”

Datemade her insides feel gooey. He really was treating it like a date even after clearly pointing out that he was leaving in the near future and rebuffing her embarrassing advances.

He shrugged. “Besides, I owe you answers. The only thing thatneedsto happen is your list of questions.”

“Now?”

The corners of his lips quirked. “Shoot.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Ha.” He snorted. “Why would I have a girlfriend when I’m here with you?”

“You’ve gotta be a thousand miles away from home.”

“I kissed you,” he pointed out.

Kisswas an understatement. Nervously, she twisted her fingers. “What happens on the job stays on the job?”

“Guess I’ve got more to prove to you than I realized. I’m not an asshole.” He tapped his index finger against his water glass. “Is it hard for you to trust me?”

“No, actually. I don’t know why I asked you that.” She waited as their server returned with their drinks.

Camden thanked her without appearing to notice the ways she batted her eyes at him and ignored Amelia.

Alone again, she asked, “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He chuckled as though she’d asked a better question. “The easy answer would be I’m too busy, that work doesn’t allow for it. But it’s easy to point out that my teammates are all married.” He lifted his shoulders. “So that answer doesn’t ring true.” He took a sip of his Manhattan. “It’s simpler. I’m not the relationship type.”

“Oh. You’re the love-’em-and-leave-’em type.” But that wasn’t true. He had clearly warned her against sleeping with him. “How did I miss that? You don’t seem like a player.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not.”

“Emotionally unavailable?”

“Nope.”

“Immature?”

“Nah. A little impulsive, maybe, but not immature.”

“Hung up on the woman who broke your heart?”

Camden laughed. “Not that one either.”

“So what’s wrong with you?”

“Guess I’m perfect.” He winked. “What about you?”

She rolled her eyes but let out a judgmental sigh. “I’m a workaholic so deep in it that I didn’t realize my sister was a spy.”

“You’re going to have to get over the not knowing.”

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