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Mark wasn’t surprised when the agent opted for the chair, which allowed him the best view of the entire office.

“Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Dr. Richardson. I realize how busy you

are. Detective Halstan and I shouldn’t have to monopolize much of your time.”

“You’re welcome, Agent Montgomery. It’s not a problem; I’ve been working with the

police for a while, and anything I can do to help find the person responsible for killing my sister is worth my time.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you. Detective Halstan says your FBI unit assists in cases like this.”

“Yes, ma’am. One of my unit’s specialties is serial crime. We’re sent to help in cases

involving serial killers, rapists, bombers and arsonists.”

Mark could tell Nicolai was comfortable with his topic, his usual stiff posture had relaxed as he spoke of his unit.

“I’ve been with the FBI for over ten years. During much of the time I was a profiler.”

“Does your experience as a profiler help you with your work in your unit?” she asked.

“Tremendously. It’s my job to understand the how’s and why’s of the crime and the

criminal. A good profiler needs to be able to think and ‘see’ the way the offender does, in order to capture and prevent further atrocities. As a profiler, you must have the ability to go inside the psyche of the offender.”

“I imagine psychology is a part of your training?” Maya hazarded a guess.

“In my unit all of my people are trained in psychology, as well as other areas. As a

psychologist, I’m sure you understand the importance of understanding the psyche of the

criminal.”

“I definitely see the importance psychology plays in trying to capture the offender.”

Maya, too, had warmed to their topic.

“Yes, ma’am, it does. In profiling the killer, we know that they aren’t all cut from the

same cloth. They have a myriad of backgrounds and experiences that have brought them to

where they are.”

“Here at Imani House, the residents have also come from a variety of backgrounds and

experiences. I’ve learned not to try and treat them all with a blanket approach to therapy. It never works. And it also can provide a hindrance to treatment,” Maya agreed.

They continued to speak on the importance of psychology in their respective roles as

therapist and agent. Mark was surprised at the similarities in their roles. He’d been observing Maya closely as she enthusiastically spoke with the agent, and although he felt a spark of

jealousy over their instant rapport, he was proud as she spoke so eloquently on her area of expertise.

That was also one of the things that turned him on about Maya. She was so intelligent,

and sometimes reminded him of a nerdy professor when she talked about psychology. A very

sexy nerdy professor.

But in bed, the nutty professor turned sultry vixen. The sometimes shy, sometimes

distracted, Dr. Richardson turned into a sexy woman who’d learned what she liked and had no problem letting him know what felt good to her. He adjusted his pants and tuned back into the conversation.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Agent Montgomery. Thank you for sharing your

information with me, and if you have any questions please feel free to contact me, I’m usually here at Imani House.”

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Dr. Richardson. I look forward to working with you.”

Nicolai held on to her hand a fraction of time longer than necessary before releasing her. He headed toward the door and stood back for Mark to exit in front of him.

“I’ll be out in a minute Montgomery--give me a second,” Mark said.

As soon as the door closed, he pulled her into his arms and tilted her chin so he could

look at her face. The dimple in her cheek let him know she knew what was coming.

“Yes?” she asked, and openly laughed in his face.

“Nothing. Just this.” He claimed her lips.

He grabbed her bottom lip and pulled the full rim in his mouth, sucking hard, before

releasing it. Recapturing both lips, he opened his mouth wide and thrust his tongue inside.

He kneaded the back of her head, and delved his hands inside the curly mass to dislodge

the large pins. As he did so, pins flew in all directions and the springy curls fell, enveloping them both in their own private curtain.

He hitched her body up his and crushed her to his chest. As he was flipping her around to

straddle him, a knock sounded on her door. Breaking apart, he rested his forehead against hers, a silent curse on his lips.

“Maya you have a call from one of our sponsor’s on line two, are you able to take it?”

Dalia asked from behind the closed door.

Maya straightened her clothes. “Give me one minute, Dalia,” she told her assistant,

clearing her throat.

As he helped her straighten her clothes, she reached her fingers up to wipe the mauve

lipstick off the corner of his mouth.

He captured her fingers and pulled them into his mouth, giving them a slow, hot lick

before reluctantly releasing them. “Stay away from him,” he said and she laughed outright.

CHAPTER 24

Jaime’s fingers flew across the keyboard, using the department’s formidable search

engine in the quest for more information.

Bingo, instant access.

Hmm. Let’s see, let’s see. It looked like she was in need of help. She was such an angel.

From the first time Jaime had seen her, the fact that she was special was obvious. She could do no wrong. She was an absolute doll.

It was a darn shame she had to beg for help from the government to fund her programs

when they threw money away on things that really didn’t matter. All their help did was help perpetuate the cycle. The dumb asses.

Jaime continued to read the University Press article, thoughts racing. More than anyone

else, Jaime knew how the government was always cracking down on something. But when they

cracked down, they rarely did a damn thing to