The Wrong Kind of Compatible

By Kadie Scott

“Oh, holy mother of geeky heroes! You guys, this book is so delightful.” ~ Panda and Boodle

Data analyst Cassie Howard may be brilliant (and, okay, a little awkward), but she’s worked hard to get where she is. She definitely doesn’t need some sexy new analyst coming in and taking credit for her work. Or the inappropriate thoughts that keep popping out of her mouth she’d rather he not hear.

For undercover FBI agent Drew Kerrigan, computers have always made more sense than people, but he’d better develop some slick social skills in a hurry if he’s going to win over the too-tantalizing-for-his-sanity Cassie. Hacking their systems was easy. Now he’s just got to hack the one person in the company most likely to see through his ruse…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jun 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781640631205

Kadie Scott

Multi-award-winning author, Kadie Scott, writes steamy romantic comedies and western contemporary romance. She loves plots that move hot and fast, feisty heroines with sass, heroes with heart, a dash of snark, and oodles of HEAs! Other titles include wife, mother, Star Wars geek, ex-competitive skydiver, spreadsheet lover, eMBA, organizational guru, Texan, Aggie, and chocoholic. Kadie attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing) and an MBA. However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. Kadie currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own swoon-worthy hero, their angelic (mostly) kids, who are growing up way too fast, and 2 adorable fur babies.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Kadie Scott. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Heather Howland

Cover design by Heather Howland

Cover art from iStock

ISBN 978-1-64063-120-5

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition June 2017

To my editor, Heather Howland. For everything.

Chapter One

Everyone, can I have your attention please?

Cassie Howard’s brain processed her boss’s words, but logged them under inconsequential. She was starting a critical project for a new government contract. If she didn’t focus, her data analysis would be subpar. Cassie didn’t do subpar. Whatever Kevin needed would be fine without her.

Cassie, that includes you.

She groaned. They’d just won this major deal, a stepping-stone to bigger projects, projects that could have worldwide impact. If she was going to pull this off, she needed every stinking second she could scrounge. Just a second… She keyed in a few more lines of code, her train of thought already back with the data on her screen.

"Now."

Okay, okay, she grumbled as she saved her work. Kevin knew her way too well. Knew her propensity to get caught up in her work, and not hear, see, or smell anything going on around her. Keep your shorts on.

A few chuckles drifted up from the cubicles situated around hers. Her coworkers were used to Cassie’s tendency to verbalize her every thought by now.

Cassie pushed back from her desk. Darn disruptions. She’d been in her zone. Interrupting her for what was probably another new employee introduction was not the best use of anyone’s time, least of all hers. With all the hiring Data Minds, Inc. had done lately, it’s not like she recognized everyone in the office anymore. What was one more unfamiliar face?

She peered over the top of the four-foot partitions at the wall-to-wall maze of light gray cubicles covering their floor of the building. Her lips twitched as colleagues around her did the same, reminding her of groundhogs poking their heads up out of their holes.

A quick glance toward the front of the office revealed Kevin, looking the typical manager in khakis and a pink polo shirt—which acted more as a hammock for his potbelly—standing by the printer. Beside him was Lou, one of the three partners who started the firm.

Next to him, a well-dressed man stood facing away from her.

Interesting. New client?

Kevin cocked his head, a smile of amused patience on his lips directed squarely at her.

She glanced significantly down at her computer by way of response. He got the message: wasted time. He chuckled, turning to say something to Lou.

Would it be insubordination to slip back into her seat and finish off a few more lines of code? Really, she’d be doing him a favor. The analysis she was working on would take Data Minds to an even higher level. Surely that was more important than meeting whoever the mystery man turned out to be. She let herself sink a few inches, patting the air behind her in search of the arm of her ergonomically correct chair…

As if he sensed her attempt at escape, the unidentified man turned around.

Cassie paused mid-crouch and sucked in a shaky breath. As if she’d conjured him up from a blueprint and used a 3D imager to map him out, right there in the middle of cube-land stood the embodiment of all her geeky-girl dreams.

Dark hair? Check.

Blue eyes? Check.

Loved Star Wars as much as she did? Okay, so she didn’t know for sure, but she’d bet her mint collector’s edition VHS copy of the original movie he did. So, check.

Kevin held up a hand, and a hush fell over the floor. Everyone, I’d like you to meet Drew Kerrigan. He’ll be joining our analytical team.

Hold up. He was a new employee and not some corporate bigwig here to give them business? His suit and tie had thrown her. No one dressed so formally around here, cargo shorts and T-shirts being the norm. She shifted up onto her tiptoes, trying to get a better look.

Holy smoking hotness, Batman. No computer nerd has a right to look like that.

Cassie barely absorbed the rest of Kevin’s introduction, her focus trained on the new guy and the odd tightness in the center of her chest. He wore his dark hair on the short side, a bit longer on top, one lock kind of flopping over his forehead. Wire-rimmed glasses couldn’t hide the deep blue of his eyes.

Kevin said something to wrap up the introduction, turning things over to the new guy. Drew gave a tight smile and nod to everyone, but total radio silence, paired with his intent, assessing gaze, greeted everyone’s expectant stares.

If she’d had a pin to drop, everyone on the floor would’ve heard it, despite the carpeting. Cassie was usually the one causing uncomfortable silences in the office, and even she knew a brief hello was appropriate at this point. However, Drew didn’t appear aware of any weird vibes. He just…waited.

Finally, Kevin cleared his throat. Well. Nice to have you with us, Drew.

Taking that as the end of introductions, the usual low babble of sound resumed as everyone sat down and got back to work. All except Cassie, whose attention remained snagged on Drew. Seriously, what was wrong with her? She couldn’t bring herself to peel her gaze away.

Then, without warning, he looked her way, pinning her in place with a look that whispered all sorts of naughty things.

Or maybe that was her imagination combined with a heavy dose of wishful thinking.

Cheese and krakens.

Cassie ducked back into her cube with more haste than grace, her cheeks heating up with the darn blush that, with her peaches n’ cream skin, she never could escape.

She plopped into her chair, which creaked in protest. Of course she managed to bump her mug of tea in the process, and the brown liquid sloshed over the sides and all over her desk. Ignoring the spilled liquid, which thankfully went nowhere close to her keyboard or papers, she covered her burning cheeks with her hands. Why, oh why, had she stuck her long hair up in a bun with a pencil? She could use the curtain it provided for cover right now.

You did not just get caught panting over the hot new guy, she moaned quietly.

Panting? Heck, she’d practically been humping his leg. Metaphorically speaking. And he’d caught her in the act. Too bad she hadn’t applied her brain to a time machine for her thesis, because she’d definitely go back and erase the last few minutes.

Why am I making such a big deal over a better-than-average computer nerd?

Maybe she’d blown him up in her mind. Close up and upon more thorough inspection, he’d end up looking like every other guy in the office. Besides, he probably hadn’t noticed her anyway. No one noticed the smart girls, right? The clumsy, unpopular girls who never wore the right clothes, or said the right things…or had many dates.

Shoving away the unproductive memories of adolescence, she straightened her posture. Who the hell cared about some new employee—hot or not? She was a smart, capable woman, dammit. She’d worked her ass off at MIT, earned her PhD early, and dealt with the male chauvinist world of geek-dom with a grin-and-bite-me attitude. She might not be the Queen of Witty Repartee, and her mother might still nitpick, but her perfect grades and results at work did all the talking for her.

At twenty-seven, she held the position as the only qualitative data analyst for an up-and-coming big data company. She could afford to live alone in a halfway-decent apartment in New York City, which was saying a lot. And her breakthrough algorithm had just won the company she loved a huge government contract.

Okay, so maybe she had a habit of saying her thoughts out loud and holding conversations in her head. And maybe she still hadn’t determined what look worked for her. Talking to herself and wearing comfy, uninspiring clothes were loveable quirks. Right?

They certainly had nothing to do with her brains or her abilities.

Take that, hot new guy. She nodded as if she’d actually proven that point to him, snatched a few tissues from the box on her desk, and wiped up the now-sticky brown ring of tea forming around the base of her mug.

A low cough, the polite noise of a masculine throat being cleared, sounded behind her, and she froze mid-wipe as the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention. A sinking feeling started in her chest and dropped straight to the bottom of her stomach.

No. Flipping. Way.

The reflection in her now-black monitor screen told her the person standing behind her was Drew. Had he heard her mumblings? She frantically reexamined the last few minutes, trying to figure out what, if anything, had leaked from her brain to her mouth unintentionally.

When she didn’t acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat again, a little more pointedly.

Cassie pushed her chunky, plastic glasses up the bridge of her nose. Slowly she spun her chair around to find him standing, hands in the pockets of his black pants, watching her intently in a way that knocked her slightly off center.

Good night nurse. If anything, he was even better up close. There went that theory down the drain.

Her body’s reaction was instant. Heat rushed everywhere. Not just the blush, either, which she could feel creeping back up her neck and into her face. No, a different kind of tingling heat spread out before settling low. She crossed her legs, determined to ruthlessly stamp out the ridiculous sensation.

While most of her brain simply shut down, requiring a hard reboot, a small part of her mind stood apart, trying to evaluate what about this guy overclocked her systems. A pheromone he gave off. That had to be it. Because she’d met good-looking guys before and none had had this effect. This was a blip. A chemically induced anomaly.

Stupid pheromones, she grumbled. Then her eyes widened as she realized she’d spoken the words aloud. Ohmygod.

He frowned, thick brows drawing over his eyes. Excuse me?

Apparently, he had no sense of humor to help her out of this one.

What? If she pretended not to understand, people usually dropped the subject.

What did you say? he asked.

Hope bubbled up inside her. Maybe he hadn’t heard her? Had she gotten lucky for a change? Please. Please. Please.

Something about pheromones? he prodded.

Frick. Think fast. Use that big brain you’re so proud of. Sorry. I was thinking through a data issue.

He raised a single eyebrow. They can be pesky buggers.

Cassie paused and narrowed her eyes. Was he referring to data issues or pheromones? The small tilt to his mouth had her leaning toward him making fun of her. Irritation sparked and she tipped her chin up. Can I help you?

He hesitated only a fraction of a second before he thrust out a broad hand. Yowsa. If the rumors about hand size and other parts were to be believed…

Cassie Howard, get your head out of the gutter. This Drew guy had managed to completely derail her. Still, she managed to reach for his proffered hand, proud her own remained steady.

I’m Drew Kerrigan. I understand we’re going to be working together.

His grip was warm and firm, making her want to melt into him. Through her annoyance at that response, she had to force herself not to think about the way the deep timbre of his voice skittered down her spine in a delicious way.

Yeah. I was here for your introduction a few minutes ago. Then his words sank in. She snatched her hand back with a frown. Wait. What do you mean, working?

He raised his eyebrows. I believe work is defined as an activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result.

She glared at him. Was he laughing at her? Hard to tell with that deadpan expression. Reluctantly, her own lips twitched. Sarcastic ass. "I mean working together."

Rather than comment, he stared at her in silence for a long moment, his gaze watchful. What was he thinking? Finally, he said, I’m the new qualitative data analyst.

Her body, still reacting to his nearness regardless of her efforts, cooled down faster than being shoved in a deep freeze.

No. No freakin’ way. I’m the company’s qualitative data analyst. There’s no need for another. Hadn’t Kevin just said that morning how integral she was to the company’s success? But the way a partner had been present for Drew’s introduction now took on more significance. Were they…replacing her?

Wait. They’re not just replacing me…they’re making me train my replacement.

Oh heck no.

Chapter Two

Mayday. Mayday.

Drew mentally backpedaled at Cassie’s noticeable reaction. The adorable blonde sitting in front of him was about to blow her top—not at all what he needed or wanted to happen.

The FBI might consider him one of the best hackers in the world, but it didn’t take a hacker to understand the array of emotions parading across her face, bright as a string of Christmas

Reviews for The Wrong Kind of Compatible

[julied2 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

An intriguing story that's well thought out and written. There's Cassie, she's a super nerd data analyst and Drew her supposed assistant, who unknown to her is really a top undercover FBI agent and hacker who's secretly investigating her for shady dealings and theft.He digs deep but it becomes even more interesting when his plans begin to blur and Drew and Cassie's feelings become involved.Good character and plot development with a very satisfying conclusion.I found this to be a wonderful story and hard to put down and I didn't until I'd finished. A marvellous read, I look forward to more work from this author.

[pelusa41-1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Received an ARC for my fair review for netgalley. This was such a cute book, Cassie was funny, and so awkward and quirky that I am happy she found someone like herself. Drew, a nerdy hottie, that no one understood his language except Cassie. Their banter was too adorable. Poor Drew, he wanted to do the right thing, but kept going back and forth, and when he finally gives in, he is heartbroken mistakenly so. Then poor Cassie, she is also confused and understandably frustrated with Drew's back and forth. Then when he attacks her, poor girl, but she is awesome and figured everything out, and they adorkably fixed everything..I hope we get to read about Max.

[arthistorychick · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The Wrong Kind of Compatible by Kadie ScottBook #1: Love Undercover SeriesSource: NetgalleyMy Rating: 3/5 starsMy Mini-Review: The Bottom Line: I tend to allow my book reviews to pile up, and then get written during a marathon session. I find, as soon as I pull the book up on Goodreads, the read just floods my memory and off I go . . . . Unfortunately, not much flooded my memory with The Wrong Kind of Compatible. I liked Cassie and Drew just fine, I generally enjoyed the story, but I wasn’t blown away. Cassie is by far the strongest character with her no edit button mouth and her belief in her superior skills. She’s strong and funny (though she doesn’t always intend to be funny) and I liked her. Drew is fine though I’m not sure he ever exhibited enough of anything (other than computer skills) to be a true match for Cassie. This isn’t a book I would eliminate from your TBR list, but I also wouldn’t push it near the top any time soon either. To be completely honest, there wasn’t much here that hasn’t been done a thousand times over in other books. With that being said, if you’re looking for a quick and easy read that won’t tax your brain power, but will, at least mildly entertain you, try out The Wrong Kind of Compatible.

[samnreader · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

It was part mess, part cute, part sexy, part funny.

Overall a light fluffy read, but I can't give it more than 2.5.

I do think I'm going to try the next one though.

[nelispelusa · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Received an ARC for my fair review for netgalley. This was such a cute book, Cassie was funny, and so awkward and quirky that I am happy she found someone like herself. Drew, a nerdy hottie, that no one understood his language except Cassie. Their banter was too adorable. Poor Drew, he wanted to do the right thing, but kept going back and forth, and when he finally gives in, he is heartbroken mistakenly so. Then poor Cassie, she is also confused and understandably frustrated with Drew's back and forth. Then when he attacks her, poor girl, but she is awesome and figured everything out, and they adorkably fixed everything..I hope we get to read about Max.