NINE
Her attraction to Raid was still perplexing her on her walk to his place the next morning.
In the real world, Shea wouldn’t go to a guy’s house the morning after an encounter like she’d had with Raid against her bedroom wall. But, he was still her boss and she was still a professional… She was just starting to forget what she was a professional at.
Yeah, writing was her passion, and journalism had been a niche that paid the bills. Turned out that she was good at it. Shea loved to ask questions and to reveal truths. Sure, sitting and waiting to report sound bites was a bore, and a couple of editors had told her that she didn’t have the killer instinct, which was ironic given where she found herself.
There were no sound bites to report on the compound. That didn’t mean there wasn’t
