Page 27 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“True. Keep going.”

“I don’t work for anyone but myself.”

She paused. He wasn’t lying, but there was a gray area. Gray areas were rare. But she’d learned not to overthink.

“True, though it’s a bit vague.”

“Vague?”

“You’re not lying, but it’s not one-hundred percent true.”

He tried not to react.

He did work for himself, but he was also working with Sam.

“My favorite color is blue,” he continued.

“That’s a lie.”

“What is my favorite color?”

“I have no idea, but if you asked me to guess, I’d say red…like my ass is right now.”

As he laughed, she began to giggle.

“Dammit, girl, you’re good.”

“Honestly, it was just a guess. I swear I can’t read minds. I simply know when someone is lying.”

“One more. Are you ready?”

“Donovan, I don’t have to be ready. It just happens.”

“I own a truck, an SUV, a Porsche and a Harley Davidson.”

“True, true, true…lie.”

“But I own a motorbike,” he added quickly. “You saw it yourself.”

“Ah, but what kind of motorbike do you have?”

“A Honda SuperCub,” he admitted.

“So…not Harley! And there is one other thing I can do.”

“I’m sure there are many things you can do,” he said with a sigh. “Go ahead, tell me.”

“I retain things. Like…if you write down a series of numbers, all I have to do is stare at them for a minute I can remember them. It’s as if my brain is a camera. That’s how I was able to fly through nursing school. I remember things.”

“Everything?”

“Not everything, but most things, especially if they’re important. But sometimes I can recall random stuff. It’s called having an eidetic memory.”

“Yes, I’m familiar with that. I do too.”

“Oh, my gosh, you do?”

“I wondered why you’re single,” he remarked, as if talking to himself. “Now I think I understand. It would be difficult for a man knowing he can’t tell you anything but the whole truth all the time.”

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