The Naturals

“Chicken.” I leveled the insult at my own reflection and then pushed back from the mirror.

natural aptitude for something that most people could spend a lifetime trying to learn.

desperate times called for desperate measures.

Why was it that I’d managed to hold on to my cool with Michael and Sloane, but now that Dean was here, I could feel myself starting to slip?

Locke met my gaze. “You.”

I didn’t really think five people counted as “privacy,” but I was too stuck on Sloane’s words to nitpick Lia’s.

Why was it that I’d managed to hold on to my cool with Michael and Sloane, but now that Dean was here, I could feel myself starting to slip?

“You like Agent Locke. You like all of her little lessons. And you like the idea of helping out with real cases even more.”

“She can handle anything you throw at her.”

I looked at Dean, surprised. He was the last person I expected to be making this argument on my behalf.

“I don’t get jealous,” Michael said. “I get even.”