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patronizing smile off his face. “Sure you do.” He had no idea what her life had been like, and he sure as hell didn’t know how she felt. “How could you possibly have a clue?” She was the one who sounded condescending now.
    “Of course the drugs weren’t really yours,” he suggested, a bitter edge to his words. “But then, are they ever when an addict gets caught?” He smiled knowingly and it wasn’t amusing or charming. “And taking a butcher knife to your brother-in-law was certainly a clear case of self-defense. Am I right, Miss Young?”
    A new burst of fury flamed inside her. She would not justify herself to him. She’d done this song and dance twice already. He shouldn’t even be here. He knew nothing about her. “Golly, mister, you must be psychic. How else could you read my mind so well? Or maybe you’ve got a crystal ball in your pocket.”
    He leaned toward her, the briefest flicker of anger in his eyes before he reined it in. The man was a master at concealing his emotions. He’d likely spent his entire career building that level of control.
    “Did Harrison do something that made you take that dagger to him?” he murmured harshly. “Were you about to be dumped again?”
    Maybe he wasn’t so good at restraining his emotions. His voice, his posture, warned he was not nearly as calm as he wanted her to believe. She resisted the urge to flee and held her ground. “I told you I went home when he didn’t show,” she repeated, emphasizing each word and praying he wouldn’t see the lie in her eyes. Before good sense stopped her, she tacked on, “And, for your information, I stopped seeing him weeks ago.”
    He leaned closer still. Her breath caught. His nostrils flared, a feral glint in his eyes. “As a patient or as a lover?”
    His cold, lethal tone made her want to draw away. Her lungs refused to draw in another breath. That clean, masculine scent of his had invaded her lungs and, combined with his accusation, sent her off balance. How could he know unless he’d seen the video? Her heart banged painfully against her sternum. No one knew. No one but Gloria, and she would never tell. Elizabeth struggled for equilibrium. Maybe he was guessing. “We weren’t—” she said but he cut her off with a slow shake of his head.
    “Don’t lie to me, Elizabeth,” he warned, the use of her first name only adding to the unbearable tension humming between them. “I saw the video.”
    She stumbled back, barely missing her freshly painted wall in her effort to get away from the words she hadn’t wanted to hear. Oh, God. Ned had promised to give her the video. That night. At dinner. He claimed he was sorry. He hadn’t meant to hurt her—he’d really liked her. He swore that he would make it up to her. But he’d lied. He refused to give her the video, and then...
    She blinked back the tears stinging her eyes. She had believed him one last time and he’d lied to her. And now this man knew. He’d seen her.
    As if he actually could read her mind, that relentless gaze traveled slowly down her body, and in spite of everything, heat stirred deep inside her. Damn her traitorous body! Her pulse reacted as he retraced that path, then looked directly into her eyes once more. “You can’t hide from me, Elizabeth. I’m very good at what I do. You don’t want me for an enemy.”
    “I’d like you to leave now, Agent MacBride.” Her voice sounded oddly devoid of emotion and far steadier than she’d believed possible. She had to think. Had to talk to Gloria. Probably needed a lawyer.
    “Have it your way.” He reached into his pocket.
    She gasped.
    A grin tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Elizabeth. I’ve never shot a suspect who didn’t shoot at me first.”
    The urge to slap that smug expression from his face was almost more than she could restrain. He handed her a business card.
    “I’ll see you in my office at five. Today . Don’t be late.”
    Before she could argue, he