a little bitter, but on second thought, you have too much class for that. So it was definitely rebound sex.”
It occurred to her that she felt more sheer fury toward this man than she had when she’d walked in on Douglas bent over his teaching assistant. “It. Was. Not. You are, without a doubt, the most illogical, insufferable…”
When he gave her an indulgent smile she was shocked to feel her fingers curl into a fist. “Of course it was. Douglas—pansy name, by the way—did a number on your confidence. He’s bragging about moving on, starting a family with someone else even though he convinced you to set aside any parenting plans….”
She gritted out the words from between clenched teeth. “We both agreed…”
He barreled on as if she hadn’t responded. “You were at a low point. You felt rejected and unwanted. Rebound sex is the perfect solution. Explains a lot, actually.”
Sophia wondered fleetingly if it were possible to strangle a man with a newspaper. To snatch the pages from his hand, roll them up and wrap them around his throat. “For the last time, whatever there was between us was not rebound sex. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
The gold flecks in his eyes were alight with interest as he gazed at her. “What was it, then?”
She opened her mouth. Snapped it shut again when she could find no words. Damn the man. Wasn’t that the exact same question she’d been grappling with for weeks?
“I am not late. It’s not late. You guys are just ridiculously early. Why are we up at dawn? Where’d you find the coffee?”
Jenna approached the table, words tumbling from her lips. Sophia shoved her iPad back inside her bag, gathered up her purse and rose to brush by her. “I’m going up to the room to get my suitcase.”
Behind her she heard the female agent say, “What’s the matter with Sophia? She didn’t look happy.”
Her temper spiked to dangerous levels when Cam answered, “Who knows? Maybe she found out she wasn’t a morning person after all.”
Chapter 5
“ You don’t talk about your training much.”
The question was sudden, and completely unexpected. Sophia had suspected that Cam had fallen asleep. His face was buried in a pillow, and she was straddling his bare hips giving him a back rub.
Or at least attempting to. She’d never given one in her life and was only doing so now because she’d lost the bet. First one awake had to give the other a back rub. That’s what they’d agreed to last night.
A slight frown furrowed her brow. She’d suspect him of cheating to win this one, except she couldn’t imagine how he could feign sleep so convincingly. His eyelids hadn’t fluttered once. His heartbeat had remained steady and slow, even when she’d stroked him intimately.
If he had been awake she’d have been a bit disappointed.
But he was awake now. And curious. She dug her thumbs into the muscles along his shoulder blades, got a grunt of approval in response. “You want to know about my schooling?”
“I want to know what it was like to be trained by Louis Frein before he retired from the BSU.”
She resumed her actions, moving to his shoulders. “He was brilliant. Short-tempered, but a wonderful teacher. He addressed my graduate level deviant psychology class one day and we spoke afterwards for quite a long time. He saw something in me I still don’t understand. When his offer came to intern at Quantico, I was stunned. He was persistent.” And impossible to tell no.
“You did some ground-breaking work with him. Not many get a chance like that so young.”
Sophia moved lower and started on the center of his back, alongside his spine. “And you’re wondering why I didn’t springboard from that to BAU?” she guessed shrewdly. The behavioral analysis unit consisted of FBI agents using the type of research generated by the BSU and utilizing it to solve active crimes. She used the heel of her palm to rub at a knot below his
It occurred to her that she felt more sheer fury toward this man than she had when she’d walked in on Douglas bent over his teaching assistant. “It. Was. Not. You are, without a doubt, the most illogical, insufferable…”
When he gave her an indulgent smile she was shocked to feel her fingers curl into a fist. “Of course it was. Douglas—pansy name, by the way—did a number on your confidence. He’s bragging about moving on, starting a family with someone else even though he convinced you to set aside any parenting plans….”
She gritted out the words from between clenched teeth. “We both agreed…”
He barreled on as if she hadn’t responded. “You were at a low point. You felt rejected and unwanted. Rebound sex is the perfect solution. Explains a lot, actually.”
Sophia wondered fleetingly if it were possible to strangle a man with a newspaper. To snatch the pages from his hand, roll them up and wrap them around his throat. “For the last time, whatever there was between us was not rebound sex. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
The gold flecks in his eyes were alight with interest as he gazed at her. “What was it, then?”
She opened her mouth. Snapped it shut again when she could find no words. Damn the man. Wasn’t that the exact same question she’d been grappling with for weeks?
“I am not late. It’s not late. You guys are just ridiculously early. Why are we up at dawn? Where’d you find the coffee?”
Jenna approached the table, words tumbling from her lips. Sophia shoved her iPad back inside her bag, gathered up her purse and rose to brush by her. “I’m going up to the room to get my suitcase.”
Behind her she heard the female agent say, “What’s the matter with Sophia? She didn’t look happy.”
Her temper spiked to dangerous levels when Cam answered, “Who knows? Maybe she found out she wasn’t a morning person after all.”
Chapter 5
“ You don’t talk about your training much.”
The question was sudden, and completely unexpected. Sophia had suspected that Cam had fallen asleep. His face was buried in a pillow, and she was straddling his bare hips giving him a back rub.
Or at least attempting to. She’d never given one in her life and was only doing so now because she’d lost the bet. First one awake had to give the other a back rub. That’s what they’d agreed to last night.
A slight frown furrowed her brow. She’d suspect him of cheating to win this one, except she couldn’t imagine how he could feign sleep so convincingly. His eyelids hadn’t fluttered once. His heartbeat had remained steady and slow, even when she’d stroked him intimately.
If he had been awake she’d have been a bit disappointed.
But he was awake now. And curious. She dug her thumbs into the muscles along his shoulder blades, got a grunt of approval in response. “You want to know about my schooling?”
“I want to know what it was like to be trained by Louis Frein before he retired from the BSU.”
She resumed her actions, moving to his shoulders. “He was brilliant. Short-tempered, but a wonderful teacher. He addressed my graduate level deviant psychology class one day and we spoke afterwards for quite a long time. He saw something in me I still don’t understand. When his offer came to intern at Quantico, I was stunned. He was persistent.” And impossible to tell no.
“You did some ground-breaking work with him. Not many get a chance like that so young.”
Sophia moved lower and started on the center of his back, alongside his spine. “And you’re wondering why I didn’t springboard from that to BAU?” she guessed shrewdly. The behavioral analysis unit consisted of FBI agents using the type of research generated by the BSU and utilizing it to solve active crimes. She used the heel of her palm to rub at a knot below his
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