Lance’s blue-green eyes lasered directly to her.She gave him a small nod, letting him know she was okay.He walked behind Dusan and paused at her chair, dipping his head to brush a kiss along her mouth.
“Hey, baby.”
She didn’t speak, just smiled.
Dusan settled back behind his desk.His eyes still twinkled and she hated that she was figuring he wasn’t all that bad of a guy.He had charm.And given what he did to keep his family and his empire, she should despise the entire family with the heat of a hundred thousand suns.
And she did, but yet, she didn’t know if she’d met him with him being unknown that she wouldn’t have liked him.More reason to be disturbed.
“Your woman was telling me she propositioned you when you first met.When was that again?”
Lance shook his head.“She did.I was pissed.Thought she was a hooker.”He picked up her hand and stroked his thumb along the back of her hand.“It was seven years ago.Didn’t see her again for a few years, and that meeting was pretty much just the same as the first.”
“I didnotproposition you that time.”
His lips twitched.“No, you surely didn’t.I wanted to proposition you.”
Dusan looked between them and she knew what he hunted for.Any stress or strain on their faces.She figured the man was pretty damn close to a human lie detector, which meant Lance was fucking awesome for still being there.And alive.
“The cops in my employ?”
Danger threaded along his question.Apparently the pretend we give a damn portion of the visit was over.
Chapter Four
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
~ Winston Churchill
Lance hated the entire fucking thing.Sure, they were both armed, but there wasn’t any way they would be able to overpower all Dusan’s men if it came to a shootout.
He cut his gaze to the woman beside him.After this—he was being fucking optimistic that they would get out—he had to meet with his handler and tell them she was also imperative to it all.While he didn’t expect that to go over well, he knew his handler and the agency wouldn’t want to ruin his two years under.
“Why don’t you tell me who you have on your payroll so I don’t accuse them.”
“You think I am going to tell you that?”
“And you think I’m just going to blurt out what I know without any sense of security?What do I get for this?”
“How about you get to stay alive?”
Jasmine’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward.“Go ahead and kill me then.You’ll know you still have cops that are undercover without your knowledge and it will eat you alive.Especially when you’re brought down.You’ll just be like, if only I had listened to Jasmine and not tried to strongarm her.”
Beside her, Lance gripped the arm of his chair but didn’t move.Still, Dusan noticed and he pinned his sharp gaze on him—the man who’d infiltrated his crew.
“Nervous, Lance?”
“Of course I am,” he retorted, barely stopping the eye roll.“My girl is challenging you to kill her.”
“Make her stop.”Dusan’s eyebrow rose with that statement.
Jasmine and Lance both snorted at the same time and Lance shook his head.“You’ve met her.She took an ASP to me because she was pissed.I can’t tell her to do anything.”
The smile was fleeting but there.“True.”A deep breath.“How about this.You tell me and I let you two have your weekend without any bother from the family?”
Lance captured her hand and skimmed his thumb along the back of hers.“Come on, baby.”
“Fine.”She shrugged.“Give me a piece of paper and I’ll write it down.”
