Chapter 132

I pulled on my collar, as if that could help me drag air into my seized-up lungs. Reason. Intelligence. Deduction. Those were the qualities I prized, not feeding like the undead off the hot guy I'd enthralled. I preferred my men willing. Like - no.

I searched for something in the room starting with the letter A for the self-soothing technique I'd learned in counseling after my dad left. Armchair, bowtie...

"Then it's settled," Rafael said. "We may proceed to the actual reason for your visit."

Nothing was settled. This was a disaster and we couldn't have a rational conversation. Chances were exceedingly high that when Rafael snapped out of this, he wasn't going to be thrilled that he'd felt this way about me. In fact, he'd probably be quite distraught and not want to be around me for a while. I couldn't walk into danger with him in that condition and expect him to have my back.

Glasses, hand...

"How is Adam's book connected?" I said.