Beth’s expression flickered—a micro-flinch, gone before it could be named. “Catherine and I shared a dissertation advisor. That’s all.”
A psychiatrist’s.
Dr. Beth Garner’s office smelled of sandalwood and old books—a curated warmth meant to disarm. Across from her, Detective Nick Curran shifted in the leather chair, his jaw tight. basic instinct dr beth garner
Which, she’d learned long ago, was far more dangerous. Beth’s expression flickered—a micro-flinch
The room felt smaller. Beth took a step toward him—not seductive, not defensive. Curious. “You’re trying to find a monster in me because the one in Catherine’s bed is too close to your own reflection.” his jaw tight. Which