“I didn’t ask.”
The man smirked and bent toward him like he was about to impart a huge secret.“But you want to know, don’t you?”He dipped an egg roll into some sauce and chewed a bite.The red dipping sauce dripping down his chin.“You put your dick into her and you’re wondering what you’ve done.”Robert used the back of his hand to eliminate the excess sauce on his chin.
Fucker was right.He did want to know.Purely because Jasmine had gone tight-lipped on it and wouldn’t share a damn thing about what had happened to her.And he couldn’t go digging around on her.He wasn’t acting as a law enforcement officer at the moment, he had to maintain his cover.
Lance wanted to protect her.Give her what she wanted.Keep her in his life.He knew she was building walls between them.He watched her do it, even as he was dick deep inside the best pussy he’d ever had in his life.It killed him a bit, but he wanted what she was willing to give.When this was over, then he would turn his focus to keeping her.
“You seem to like hearing yourself talk, so go ahead.Tell me.Because you talking is all that’s keeping me from doing to you what I really want to do given the group of mercenaries you tried to kill me with.”
Robert finished off his egg roll and reached for a potsticker.“She was the top of her field.”
“Tell me what Idon’tknow, not what I do.”
Anger flashed in his blue gaze but Robert obeyed.“Had skills that even our senior members were in awe of.She was cold, calculating, ruthless.Things I’m sure you’ve seen for yourself.”
“I get you food?”A slender young woman stopped beside the table and glanced at Lance.
“No, thank you.How about just a Coke with ice?”
She nodded once and bent to set a napkin on his lap.He gripped her wrist when her hand slid a bit too close to his junk for comfort.Across the table, Robert smirked.
Narrowing his gaze at the man, he jutted his chin.“Keep going.”
The waitress brought his drink and set it down before walking away without a word.He reached for the napkin to move it and felt a piece of paper in the cloth.
Robert pulled a big swig from his drink and began talking.Giving him part of his attention, Lance slowly unfolded the sheet of paper and read it.
Your luck ran out.
“And the entire thing went pear-shaped.I didn’t plan for her to get blacklisted or burned.I had no”—he slowed—“choice.What?What is it?”
“If you honestly didn’t do it, you need to get the fuck out of here now.”
Robert sobered up quickly.“What are you talking about?”
“I just got this.”Lance slapped the note on the table between them.Didn’t speak while the other man took a quick read.
“The fuck?”Robert shifted and looked around before shaking his head.“I don’t know.I come here all the time.”
“I know.”For a man who should be so aware of how not to be predictable, he was dumb to believe that someone couldn’t have him pegged.
“I’ve made this my place to eat.”
“I know.”Lance swiped the note and shoved it in his pocket.
“I’m like a regular here.”
He rolled his eyes.“Iknow.”
Robert finally glanced in his direction, concern on his features.“And you still don’t think this is Jasmine.Even after all I told you?”
“You’re on her shit list.Not me.”
The sneer returned.“Right, you’re on her fucked list.”
“Ing, Robert.Fucking list.She and I ain’t done.”Truth be told, he wasn’t sure they ever would be.“If you claim you didn’t set me up and people know I’m here with you because you wouldn’t vary your lunch spot, that means you’re also in danger.”He rubbed the nape of his neck, an itch arriving between his shoulder blades, warning him of impending danger.
“I’m in contact with one person at the bureau.One.They didn’t want me to touch base with many people since I was your handler, and if they got to you and found me, shit could happen.”
