He leaned over the table, drilling me with that sharp gray stare. “Are you well balanced, Quinn? Are you psychologically and emotionally stable?” “I like to think I am, sir. Except for this recent magnetism business.” He studied me in silence for maybe ten seconds. “It’s damn important to me that you’re psychologically and emotionally stable.” “I understand,” I assured him. “This strange situation we’re in, the ISA on our tails, you need to know you can rely on me in a crisis.” He dismissed that idea with a wave of his hand. “No, that’s not it. I need to know you’re fit to marry Bridget.”
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