“Because you think you're a field agent?”
“No, because I'm a woman.” She thought she may have gone too far, made too much of a point and dented his pride. So she was surprised and not a little pleased when he beamed a wonderful glowing smile at her. He should smile more often, she thought. He has such a good smile.
“Well, Miss Nicole. I think we should maybe have another drink and begin again. What do you think? I'll start; my good friends call me Gorilla.”
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They spoke for another thirty minutes until the conversation had come to a natural conclusion. In truth the little stunt she had pulled had told him far more about her than a whole series of interviews ever could. Grant busied himself swirling his whisky in his glass, Nicole pretended to find the fellow drinkers in the bar int
