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“You may be a good journalist, but you don’t have the training for something like this, Lily.”
He saw the walls go up in her eyes. He’d seen that look a hundred times in the months he’d known her, and he knew she was shutting him out. Damn her for being so stubborn.
“I’m not going to change my mind,” she said.
“I’m not going to condone a suicide mission.”
The low rumble of thunder punctuated the words with an ominous finality that raised gooseflesh on his arms.
Shaking her head in impatience, she rose. “It’s late. I need to get some sleep.”
Robert knew it wasn’t a good idea to touch her. Not when he was angry and frustrated and still reeling from the shock of seeing her alive. But he crossed the short distance between them anyway. Her eyes widened when he stepped into her personal space, but her surprise wasn’t enough to stop him. “We’re not finished talking about this,” he said.
“You know I won’t change my mind.”
“And you know I won’t give up.”
“Touché.”
“We’re going to talk about the other thing, too, Lily.”
She paled a little, then stepped back as if suddenly realizing she needed to put space between herself and something dangerous. “I can’t talk about that,” she said.
“I can’t ignore it.”
“You don’t know everything, Robert. Don’t push.”
He tried to bank the swift rise of anger, but it was much too powerful and slammed into him like a rogue wave. He glared at her, feeling more than he wanted, remembering more than he should, wanting something he knew he could never have. “You’re brave enough to face off with DeBruzkya, but when it comes to us you turn tail and run.”
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