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‘It’s not that bad. The politics and the conniving—I’m good at it. As for the loyalty … Well …’ Maybe she was simply used to rolling with betrayal. ‘I know what you could do,’ she began. ‘What about something along the lines of what your brother does? Cyber information acquisition? Ask him who’s hiring.’
Jared eyed her with a frown. ‘Not my thrill.’
‘What about physical retrieval?’
‘Of what?’
‘Anything. Do your homework when it comes to who wants what and why. Pick and choose your jobs carefully. You call the shots.’
He stared at her for a good long while. ‘Maybe.’
‘It’d suit your lifestyle.’
‘And what lifestyle is that?’
‘Plenty of action, plenty of travel. No time to get bored because every job would be different.’
‘And if I wanted to forgo the travel and stick a little closer to home?’
‘Is that what you want?’
He’d surprised her. Again. But then, when had he ever not?
‘Yeah. My gut says it’s time to settle down. Choose a place and make it home.’
‘And what does your gut say about you flying in to have takeaway dinner with a woman who can’t even keep a meal in her house?’
‘My gut says the food’s good and yours is the company I want.’ His voice had gone all raspy. ‘I wanted to see you, Ro. Touch base. Something like that.’
She was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
‘Touch base or just touch? Are you having trouble sleeping again?’ Maybe that was why he was here. Maybe he needed the kind of release she’d given him at the apartment.
‘I’m sleeping well enough.’ His voice had husked out. ‘I don’t need you to tie me up.’
‘Really not a problem if you did.’ She put it out there. ‘I enjoyed it.’
Hell, she’d loved it.
He shrugged again—only this time it was an invitation if ever she’d seen one.
‘Not this time.’ His eyes had gone dark. ‘Stop trying to give me what you think I came here for, Ro. Stop trying to fix me as if I’m broken. Nor is it your job to direct me towards a solution. Otherwise I’m going to start thinking you’re still at work.’
‘How am I directing you?’ she asked indignantly. ‘I’ve done no directing at all tonight! ‘
‘No? Then why is the focus all on me and my problems? On what I might need and how I might arrange my life? I didn’t bring those topics up, Ro. You did. You’re still looking at me as if I’m one of your problems to be solved.’
‘No.’ Was he right? Was she still in work mode? ‘I—Maybe I—’
‘Yes?’ he enquired silkily.
Well, hell. Rowan sat back in her chair and stared at him. Had she still been in work mode? Half of her trying to figure out what he needed so that she could provide support? The other half assuming that he couldn’t possibly be there simply because he’d wanted her company. Just her company—nothing more.
‘I’m interested in you and I make no apology for some of my questions,’ she offered finally. ‘How else will I know what’s going on in your life if I don’t ask? But maybe I do need to ease out of work mode a little more—stop trying to offer up solutions and just … relax now that I’m home. It’ll happen. The relaxation part. Any minute now. I’m almost sure of it.’
‘Uh-huh?’ He loaded up his fork with potato. ‘Eat your dinner, Rowan. And then we’ll set about seeing what it takes to get you to unwind.’
Rowan filled her mouth with food—it seemed like the best course of action—and at some point during the meal Jared’s leg kicked into hers and stayed there.
Not unwinding.
He told her about Lena and Ruby ganging up on him and insisting that mustard was not an appropriate colour for the interior of a yacht. He made her laugh, but he looked at her with an intensity that made it impossible to relax. How was a person supposed to relax into that?
‘Would you like ice cream now?’ she asked when they’d cleared their plates. ‘I’ll just get—’
‘No, you won’t. Stay.’ He eyed her sternly and took the plates to the dishwasher. ‘Do you even want ice cream after that? Or is it just something else to offer your guest?’
‘I sometimes have ice cream after dinner.’
‘Do you want some tonight?’
She was tempted to prove him wrong and say yes—but she’d be lying. She didn’t have to stay sitting at the table like a lump, though. It was her kitchen. The least she could do was help tidy it.
