TWENTY-SIX
Someone tapped on the glass front door, jerking Jason out of the story he was reading. He marked his place with a crumpled envelope and stashed the book behind the couch cushions. He levered himself up, wincing as bits of him hurt. Jumping out of the helicopter probably hadn't been the best idea. Maybe he should wait a while before trying it again.
More tapping, barely audible over the slap of his bare feet on the tiles. Perhaps the tapper didn't want to be heard. It sure wasn't Xan, then. She'd have been shouting through the door by now.
"Yes?" he drawled as he waved open the automatic door. He allowed himself a smug grin at the sight of Miss Chastity's widening eyes. So she'd decided to accept his dinner invitation, after all.
"The helicopter's broken so I can't leave an
