Ana had a way of making him say more than he wanted to. Much more. Silence was golden as far as he was concerned. Who wanted to talk about their tortured past? Certainly not him. If she kept up her questions and that sympathetic look on her face, the next thing he knew he’d be blubbering about Hailey. Good thing he’d stopped Ana in her tracks with his comment about bears and guns. As an added benefit, maybe she’d realize just how dangerous a situation they were in. Redd tightened his lips in resolve. Special Ops had successfully trained him to withstand water boarding torture should he ever be captured. If he could remain silent in the face of an enemy, what challenge could a small, bohemian New York City woman pose? Not much. After getting a healthy dose of his steady silence she would eventually give up with her persistent questions. But was Ana really the enemy? She seemed genuinely interested in him. Heck, from her continued stares when he was singing at the bar, she seemed to be really interested in him.
