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elementof_riskIf there was one thing he was sure of, it was that this was completely insane. Being in Los Angeles was insane, to begin with. Responding to her comments? Insane. Letting her track him? Insane. Agreeing to actually meet with her? Off the charts of insanity.
It wasn't as if their last meeting had been nearly as pleasant--for either of them--as their first. What was done was done, sides had been chosen, lines had been drawn, his side had lost, but hers had taken casualties of a far dearer nature. He certainly wasn't mourning that his clients' plans had failed. Winning side and all that, as he'd told Michael, rather than any real desire for their success. They just seemed to have it all wrapped up, which is why you should always avoid people with unhealthy obsessions. They let it blind them.
Which had nothing to do with why he was sitting in a hotel bar in a city he'd sworn to avoid, waiting for a girl he'd spent one lovely evening and a successful mission with before it all went to hell, quite literally. Nothing at all to do with it, of course. She could have a team here with a single phone call and he would be staring at the inside of a cell until they had something useful for him to do again. But she said she wouldn't and for some reason, he trusted that. Her kind tended to keep their words.
That didn't stop him from making sure the car was easily accessible in the garage, or from making sure he was armed before he made his way down to the bar, choosing a table with a clear view of the door and the exits, but back enough to give them some privacy. He ordered a glass of wine, then leaned back in the chair, watching the main entrance and waiting for her to arrive.
Hopefully alone.
It wasn't as if their last meeting had been nearly as pleasant--for either of them--as their first. What was done was done, sides had been chosen, lines had been drawn, his side had lost, but hers had taken casualties of a far dearer nature. He certainly wasn't mourning that his clients' plans had failed. Winning side and all that, as he'd told Michael, rather than any real desire for their success. They just seemed to have it all wrapped up, which is why you should always avoid people with unhealthy obsessions. They let it blind them.
Which had nothing to do with why he was sitting in a hotel bar in a city he'd sworn to avoid, waiting for a girl he'd spent one lovely evening and a successful mission with before it all went to hell, quite literally. Nothing at all to do with it, of course. She could have a team here with a single phone call and he would be staring at the inside of a cell until they had something useful for him to do again. But she said she wouldn't and for some reason, he trusted that. Her kind tended to keep their words.
That didn't stop him from making sure the car was easily accessible in the garage, or from making sure he was armed before he made his way down to the bar, choosing a table with a clear view of the door and the exits, but back enough to give them some privacy. He ordered a glass of wine, then leaned back in the chair, watching the main entrance and waiting for her to arrive.
Hopefully alone.
