There.
Lian’s Red House of Lion Noodles.That was it, what she wanted.Some things never changed.
Tugging her dusky rose shirt down over her jeans, she walked to the door, took a deep breath and drew the door open.The fragrant scents of Asian cuisine swarmed her and her belly rumbled immediately.Even as she skimmed her gaze over the patrons, she was creating a list of definite “to gets” before she left.
Later.
Right now, something else was more important.She moved through the seating until she reached the table and the person she sought.Jasmine didn’t wait for an invitation, merely slid her ass over the opposite chair so she could face him.
Blue eyes snapped up to her and filled with anger and loathing.Robert Gibson.
“You.”One word, which dripped with so much disdain she could have paved a highway from coast to coast with it.
Expression blank, she slipped over into the seat next to him, maintaining a line of sight to the exits in the building.
“Let’s cut the small talk.”Without being offered, she reached for the shiny black teapot with intricate cherry blossoms painted on it.Not losing his gaze, she flipped a cup and poured it.
Jasmine.
One of her favorites.
“What are you doing here?”His gaze shifted from side to side.
“Worried you’re going to be outed for talking to a dead agent?”
Cold blue eyes narrowed on her as he picked up his chopsticks and ate some noodles.“I could shoot you right now and no one would blink.”
“That goes both ways, you know.I could shoot you as well.”A grin she had no doubt was just this side of feral lifted her lips ever so slightly.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Jasmine arched an eyebrow, hiding her smirk when his gaze flickered to the fake multicolored bar in her left eyebrow.Always so determined to gain the upper hand though this man was, he focused on easy-to-fake details.
“Don’t presume to know what I would or wouldn’t dare to do.After all, you know better than anyone how little I like to be betrayed.”
He sucked the noodles into his mouth and glared.“What are you doing here then?Planning on calling the cops and complaining about what happened to you?Need me to do you a favor?Put in a good word for you with Lance to try and get him not to hurt your heart?”The last bit was spoken on a sneer.
“I want nothing from you.I know better than to trust anything that comes out of your mouth.Been down that road and been burned before, I’ll happily skip a repeat.”
He tapped his chopsticks on the plate.“What the fuck do you want?”
“Lance has been injured.The kid tried to kill him.”New anger surged and she struggled to tamp it down.
Robert Gibson faltered a moment but regained his composure within seconds.“You know this how?”
“Because I saw him and sent him to get patched up.”
One black eyebrow winged up.“He’s at his apartment?”
“Nope.We started there but it was compromised.He’s going to need medical attention.”
“And you’re not being a doting little woman and patching him up yourself?”
“You know me, never been one for bedside manner.”She sipped her tea.
“I could have you arrested.”
A languid blink.“I don’t exist, Robert Gibson.You made sure of that, so be very careful.I didn’t play by your rules when I was an agent, what do you think I’ll do now if you piss me off?”
