Don’t listen to what he says ... Look at his eyes. I’ll double my bet that he will look very disappointed.”“Thanks for talking with me. I’m ...ure he’d be disappointed if I told him that. Especially after all the stuff we did. I know it would be very difficult for me to even ask him that. I confess I also like our relationship much better this way. We are just so much more open with each other.”“Like I said, the sex was going to happen anyway. You two were too much into each other for it not to.. That was pretty cool. I could just see how it would hit her when she stretched out. I pulled the comforter off the bed, but just pulled the top sheet back. I thought it would be cool to have the sheet partially draped over her. I turned around and Jasmine was still standing there, just inside the door with all her clothes on and her little bag clutched in front of her. I don’t know. I guess I just assumed she’d get undressed while I was getting things ready.“Jasmine? Are you okay?”“I’ve never. There were no crude tools, nothing like a hammer and chisel. These were precision instruments. As professional as Wexler. This guy was no drunk, no bar brawler. That was local cover; he’d created a reputation that masked his true nature. His calling.And, now he had me. Sarah Meriwether had been right — Wexler is dogged. I should have listened more carefully when she told me that his image of himself, his very sense of self, depended on delivering on his promise. He kept his word. His manhood. If only she'd still been leaning forward ... Oh what Sir Walter might have seen. Still, there was the next word.Sir Walter chugged down half the glass of water, swigged the port and took to the next page of his book with a hunger he'd seldom known. Miss Pennyworth returned to her desk and paperwork.The third word took longer still for Sir Walter to grasp and it was nearing lunch by the time he was done.He looked up and saw Miss Pennyworth still at her desk. Her shirt hung loose off her.