Her panties were warm and her throat was dry and a man who had fallen from the sky was standing beside her chair asking what he got in exchange for information and she was sitting here with her hands flat on the table trying to decide if this constituted a threat she needed to respond to.
'He is strong. Very strong.'
The cold part of her, still running assessments behind the heat. 'If he can break through concrete and not take a scratch, my options for physical response are limited. I can reach the fork in 0.4 seconds. I can reach the knife block behind the counter in 2.1 seconds. Neither of those is going to—'
She stopped.
'He stepped off a tower.'
'A fork is not going to—'
She pressed her lips together.
He chuckled.
Low, unhurried, the sound landing from directly above her because he was standing and she was seated and the distance between them had not increased in the last two minutes.
