Well, shit. He deserved that. βWho are you?β
She smiled at him, the first genuine smile he had seen,
and it did strange things to his chest.
βI amβ¦ just Gisele.β
That was helpful. He knew nothing more about her than he
knew last night. Annoyance bubbled up again. βVery well
then Just-Gisele, since you wonβt tell me anything useful
about yourself, would you be so kind as to enlighten me
as to what it is youβd like me to do should I accept your
generous offer of employment?β
Her smile turned brittle. βNot yet.β
βNot yet?β Jamieβs eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
βHow the hell am I supposed to make a decision based on
not yet?β
The ice queen shrugged. βYouβll have to trust me.β
Jamie closed his eyes, fighting for patience. βWill I
need to steal something?β
βUnlikely.β
βKill someone?β
βHopefully not.β
βBlow something up?β
βYouβre familiar with explosives?β
His eyes popped open at the undisguised interest in her
last question. What the hell kind of woman used the
word explosives the way most used the word marmalade? Or
teapot?
βYes?β He was afraid of his answer. Truth be told, he
was a little afraid of her at the moment.