Lara sipped her own drink, letting the bourbon trip over her tongue as she watched expressions play over Dean's face. It had been hard to judge just how absorbed the buck had gotten in his project, but his answer told her enough. Focused but still susceptible to distraction. To small delays that would let her ensure he couldn't turn against hers before she let him loose.

She set the half-empty glass of bourbon back on the counter and ran her hand up Dean's arm, fingernails scraping. "You haven't seen enough, pet?"