“Who do you think I am? Mata Hari? I can’t pretend if my life depends on it. Which it probably does. Got over the protective-brother bit?” “No,” Aidan said steadily. “But I’ve been around Thierry enough to know he isn’t violent. Glenn agrees. He won’t hurt you, Louise. I wouldn’t let him in the house if I thought there was the tiniest risk of that.” Louise jumped up, waving one irritated hand in dismissal. “Risk isn’t the point. I can’t do ‘undercover’. I’m always just boring old Louise.” “Then it’s as well he likes boring old Louise.” “Yes, well, he doesn’t like me enough to tell me the truth.” If Aidan was right, then Thierry had already lied to her. If Aidan was right, Thierry was not the man she’d imagined him to be. And, frankly, imagination was all there was: she’d just wanted to think the best of the man she’d inexplicably fucked senseless in the mist, without even knowing his name.
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