She blinked and looked at Ian.
“None of your business.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Delilah.”
She felt her eyes narrow as she studied him. She wanted to be furious with him, but she couldn’t. Not when she saw the strain in his expression and she knew she was the cause of it. She opened her mouth to apologize, but he ruined it with his next comment.
“I am in charge of you and you’ll just have to deal with it.”
His jaw flexed, his nostrils flared, and he vibrated with anger.
He thought he was taking over her life and he wanted a fight?
It. Was. On.
Thirteen
“So, your assessment?” Conner asked the moment they stepped into the kitchen.
Miko studied her new boss. When she’d left the FBI, she had been so sure her career in profiling was over. Yes, she had been considered the best in the country, but she was damaged goods. No one wanted a profiler they couldn’t trust. When Conner had called her out of the blue and asked her how she liked the beach, she’d thought he’d been joking.
He had not.
But, just like the other FBI agents outside of the BAU, he wanted answers too fast. Granted, he was much better than most of the other agents, but he still wanted results faster than she could deliver.
“I think she doesn’t realize how attached she is to Ian. There’s something between the two of them.”
“Oh, I get that. She’s spent the last year driving him crazy.”
“That’s one word for it.”
His steely gaze sharpened. “Do you think it could be a problem? I can order him to stand down.”
She felt her lips twitch. “I would like to see you try. That might be fun.”
“I could threaten his job.”
Miko wanted to laugh. “And he would tell you to bugger off. He will not budge from her side.”
Another long stare. “Like that?”
She nodded. “Again, I think he might not understand just how attached he is to her, but they seem to be…” she grappled with the words she needed. At one time, she would easily throw out terms, but she always seemed to hesitate. “It’s like they’ve become in tune on some level that we don’t understand.”
“Spy shit.”
“No. I think it has more to do with affection.”
He blinked. “You think they’re involved?”
“I think that Ian would very much like to take her to bed.” And she thought of the way Lila had relaxed the moment Ian had walked in. “I think it might be reciprocated.”
“Might be?”
She made a face. “It’s hard to get a read on Lila. She doesn’t show a lot of emotion.”
“Is she a sociopath?”
“Might be, but it also might be conditioning. I bet that grandmother of hers was a control freak and when her daughter and grandson were killed, she wanted to make sure her one living relative survived. Even so, not every sociopath is a bad person. We both know lots of people can be sociopaths and good at their jobs.”
