much. He understood all the same and lost his petulant, prima
donna expression.
“How long are you staying in Vegas?” Jim asked but didn’t
wait for an answer. “You’re probably flying out the next day,
eager to get off to whatever you’re doing next. We’re all busy.
I understand.”
Adalynn reached for a carrot stick, but she toyed with it
instead of eating it. She let herself openly peruse Jim’s face.
He looked older than when she’d seen him last, over a year
ago. The lines around his eyes and mouth were more
pronounced. He was fleshier in the jaw and neck. He was
grayer at the temples. Physically, he was still as fit as ever. He
was built tall and wiry. His job was physically demanding, and
she knew he sacrificed for it and endured discomfort on a daily
basis. He could literally go for days without food and just a
single bottle of water, go for hours without moving a muscle if
it meant getting that perfect shot. She’d heard he was also
willing to roll himself in dung and other not so nice things in
order to mask his scent. She wasn’t sure those rumors were
true, but she wouldn’t put it past him.
“I’m not so busy, actually. I’ve scaled back these past years.
I don’t think it’s bec
ause people don’t want to hire me now
that I’m flying solo. Do you think it’s possible to burn out? To
get tired of constantly moving around?” For some reason, she
recalled Cassia’s question from the night before. About where
home was.
She’d been trying not to think about the ethereal blonde
beauty all day. It was bad enough that she’d slept terribly the
night before because she couldn’t get the other woman’s wide-