The door opens, and he steps through, cheeks still pink with his breaths coming heavy.
“Have a good time?” I ask with an amused grin. I’m such a bitch sometimes, I laugh to myself.
“Would’ve been better if it was your mouth,” he responds gruffly and strides to the window. “Where did you see them?”
“Him. I saw one man. He’s across the street, by the light post.”
His head tilts for a brief second before straightening and reaching for the CO2 fed gun. “Son of a bitch. I think he’s too far away.”
“I could create a distraction, maybe get him to come closer?”
“How do you figure?”
“I can go outside; maybe he’ll cross the street.”
He snorts and mimics my voice, not sounding even remotely close. “And maybe he’ll put a bullet in you the first chance he gets.”
“Okay smartass. I just figured he’d want my money, not my life.”
“Because the bomb earlier didn’t clue you in enough?”
“You’re a dick, you know that?”
“Maybe if I had some relief I wouldn’t be so dickish.”
“Dickish? Did you just make that up?”
He shrugs.
“You’re just pissed because he’s too far away. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to shoot.”
With a growl, his glare lands on me. “Woman…”
The word’s enough of a threat to shut me up. Clearly, he doesn’t find me distracting him right now very amusing. Instead of arguing further, I whisper, “I’m making some tea then.” Not sure why I whisper since we’re inside this giant building and the guy’s across the street, but I do.
He nods, silent and I tiptoe toward my shoebox sized kitchen. I need to do something to get my mind distracted and making tea seems to be the easiest option to put a little distance between us. I don’t know how I plan on getting any sleep with him here like this. My place is a studio, which means the only real room that has any privacy is the bathroom. Even now when I’m busily digging through my cabinet to hunt down lemon and chamomile tea bags, I can easily watch him from across the room.
I find the gray box and pull two bags free and heat the water. Once it’s hot enough, I pour two cups with a tea bag in each, grab some spoons and a bottle of honey. With light feet, I make my way until I’m beside him and can set the cups on the small table off to the side of us.
“Did he move?” I whisper and peer through the pane of glass.
“Nah.” He swallows, and my gaze lands on the same man as before. He’s still there in the same position.
I peer up at Mercenary, taking in his relaxed stance. You’d think he’d be uptight since he’s planning on shooting the guy, even if it is with a tranquilizer. He’s not though. You’d think it was just another day on the job for him. Maybe it is. “Is this sorta thing normal for you?”
With a huff, he flicks his gaze to mine. “Do you need attention or something? I already spanked your ass once tonight.”
With a glower, I spin around and busy myself by removing my tea bag and stirring in some honey. I was going to be nice, but he can take his tea bitter. I smirk to myself and bring my cup along with the bottle of honey with me to sit in my favorite overstuffed chair.