Page 109 of Cozen

Shame, he thought.

Or it could have been embarrassment.

For men, those two things were one in the same. At least, it certainly felt that way when it came to women. Men did not like the way rejection from a woman felt when they thought they were God’s gift to womankind.

It would all be amusing.

If it wasn’t so fucking disgusting.

Sargon quickly slipped into the driver’s seat, and before long had the car on the road. They were driving for a good thirty minutes or more before Jett finally spoke from the backseat. Sargon almost wished the man had just stayed quiet.

“She plays games,” Jett muttered.

“Who?”

He knew who.

Sargon didn’t want Jett to know that he knew who, though.

“Cozen,” Jett said flatly.

In the rearview mirror, Sargon could see Jett staring out the window. The scowl the man had been sporting was now replaced with something of a pensive stare. Hard, cold eyes that showcased no emotions when they drifted in Sargon’s direction like Jett knew the man was watching him or something.

It was with that look Jett wore that Sargon knew—Cozen was about to find herself in a whole lot of trouble.

Her tricks were no longer working for Jett. The things that might have been drawing the man back to her time and time again before were no longer interesting to him.

“Maybe she enjoys that sort of thing—the cat and mouse, if you get what I mean. There are some woman who think that’s foreplay. They like to push you away for as long as they can before you finally catch them.”

The words made Sargon even more pissed off, but he managed to say them without the bite to his tone. Somehow.

It was a fucking miracle, really.

Jett made a noise under his breath, and went back to staring out the window. “No, I don’t think that’s the case here. And if it is, I am not interested in the cat and mouse any longer. I think I have chased her more than long enough, don’t you?”

Sargon chose not to answer.

Jett apparently didn’t need him to when he added, “I will get what I want from that woman one way or the other, and soon. I think I have made my intentions with her more than clear. I always get what I want in the end.”

Well, what was it that Jett wanted?

Sargon knew better than to ask. He didn’t think he would like the answer if he did.

So he didn’t ask.

He didn’t say anything at all.

“You busy?”

Cozen’s head snapped to the side when Sargon asked his question. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here more often than you realize, Zen.”

“I realize,” she returned just as fast. “I just don’t usually see you.”

Sargon shrugged. “Again, are you busy?”

“Kind of working.”