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She wavered and let her hand fall loosely to her side. “Anna Taylor?” She tried a friendly smile. “Mr—ah—DCS Gregson contacted me early this morning to engage my services as a civilian consultant.” She spoke as if to a slow child. “You’re Doctor Taylor?” His face was still unreadable, and Anna bristled. “Yes.” “Bullshit,” he drawled in calm, well-rounded tones and watched her mouth fall open.
After she had come all the way to Lindisfarne, ignoring her own misgivings in order to perform a public service…her civic duty, she thought primly, she had been met by the rudest, the most arrogant man. He had completely humiliated her at the pub. He had actually laughed in her face.
“Look, sweetheart,” he had drawled, “I don’t need a civilian consultant, but if I did, I would need one who looks like she’s at least old enough to drive.” Calling her ‘sweetheart’ had been enough to make her blood simmer. Insinuating that she was some naïve teenager had been enough to turn it up to boiling point.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply and watched confusion wash over her. She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. Not for the first time around this woman, he felt frustration burn. He wanted to grab her, shake her…
Grab her and shake her for what exactly? She was told to come to the island so she did dickhead.
Anna felt like a complete fool. Not only had she acted like a jealous fishwife, she had jumped like a startled rabbit when all he had done was put his hand on her arm. He must think she was some kind of idiot.
How is saying one sentence acting like a “jealous, fishwife”. This author sounds like a real douche
“Don’t let me interrupt you,” she replied, turning to walk away.
He lifted one tentative hand to cradle her face and watched her eyes darken. Another hand turned her, lifted her face to bestow the gentlest of kisses. As her hands lifted to frame his face, tracing the rough stubble she found there, she felt his momentary shock and it made her reckless. Her fingers arrowed into his black hair to pull him closer, urging him to go on. There was a battle waging inside him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt the desperation in the kiss, could still taste the salty tears on her skin.
They found her sister’s very bloody murder scene 10-15 minutes ago. 30 minutes before that she thought he was an asshole. (Reader, he IS an asshole)
