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What the hell? Where had that thought come from?
“Not that I can think of,” he finally replied.
Raven smiled and he felt his gut tighten.
“Okay, well, let me do some research. If you trust me, I’d love to do a little digging into the women you’ve dated in the past. It will help me understand the kind of women you prefer.”
“They aren’t in my life for a reason,” he said, standing up and taking both of their empty cups, tossing them in the trash before he turned back to her.
“It’s still useful information. If I know the women you’ve dated in the past, then I can eliminate those kinds of women going forward.”
He thought about that for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. I’ll email you a list of the women over the past year or so.”
He didn’t like the surprise in her eyes when he mentioned women, as in plural women that he’d been with over the past twelve months. Still, he figured he should attempt to be honest with her.
“Would you mind telling me what you liked or disliked about each person? That would also be helpful.”
Tim considered for a moment. “I’ll see what I can do. Although, I’m not sure that’s going to be useful information.”
“Why not?”
“Because I wasn’t emotionally involved with them.” He put a hand to the small of her back, but didn’t touch her. He didn’t think that would be wise. Not with the scent of strawberries filling his nostrils and making him think of…how did the scent of strawberries conjure up images of Raven’s dark hair spread out over his pillow? Nope, that image didn’t make any sense, so he banished it from his mind.
She stopped on the sidewalk, staring up at him. “But…you had sex with them, right? You were in a committed relationship with them.”
He chuckled and touched her arm, urging her to keep walking since they had stopped in the middle of a busy sidewalk. “Yes, sex was involved. No, emotions were not.”
She was adorable, thinking that sex always had to have emotional connections in some way.
They walked along the sidewalk silently now. He kept glancing at her, wondering what was going through her mind. She frowned thoughtfully and shook her head. He could tell that she was having a silent conversation in her head and wanted to laugh out loud.
However, they were now back at his office building. She stopped and stepped away from him. “I’ll let you get back to work,” she told him.
“Thank you,” he replied, but hesitated. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and nodded. “Really, thanks.”
Tim turned and walked into the building. The whole way back to his office, he kept thinking that the ideal woman was Raven. Even though he knew she wasn’t the ideal woman! They were opposites in so many ways. Plus, he could tell from the look in her eyes that she disapproved of his lack of belief in love. She was clearly the type to conflate sex and love, which meant he needed to stay as far away from her as possible.
Mike sat up straighter in the driver’s seat of the car, his heart pounding with excitement when the couple stepped out of the café. They hadn’t eaten anything, just drank coffee. But he’d sat in the car, imagining what the bitch had been telling the bastard. Was she talking about him? Was the beauty-queen regaling the tall ass about how she’d cornered Mike in an abandoned warehouse?
The bitch would pay for that afternoon. It had taken him over an hour of crawling through mud and muck to get away from the FBI team that day. And for what? He hadn’t killed anyone that didn’t deserve to die!
The FBI team had struggled to track Mike down until she’d joined the team. Raven Markley. The bitch had some sort of sorcery that enabled her to find people. He didn’t understand exactly what she’d done, but the FBI team that had been investigating him up until that point had no idea who he was until she’d joined the team.
So, now she was going to pay!
Chapter 3
True hatred was hard to handle.
Raven glared at her computer screen, seething with…something. She wasn’t sure about the emotions roiling inside of her because they didn’t make sense. But hatred was a strong one. And easily identifiable.
“Just get this over with,” she muttered to herself, then flipped to the program she’d created for just this purpose.
After five hours of research, Raven had a list of character traits that Tim Armstrong seemed to prefer in his partners. However, none of the women Doc Armstrong had dated in the past were of the scientific leaning. Of the six women that he’d been with over the past two years, three were models, one actress – a very famous one at that, and two were business women.
So, now he wanted a woman he could talk to?
Raven snorted. “Even I can’t figure out what he does in that futuristic looking laboratory!” she mumbled. “Granted, I’ve never been any good at chemistry.” That was a reminder she didn’t need at the moment. Especially since it was irrelevant.
