It was like hearing a funny word. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yacob Harry lying in the hospital bed.
The movement was entirely nonchalant.
"Joan, I've always been kind to women. You know that. You slapped me twice, and I didn't retaliate." Jesse Rowan's voice dropped to a low murmur, his warm breath curling around her ear. "But that doesn't mean my patience is limitless. Do you understand?"
"Why… You have so many women. Why do you care about me at all?"
"Because sleeping with you feels good. Does that answer satisfy you? Or maybe it's because I'm not bored yet. You can choose whichever answer you like better."
"I understand." Joan lowered her long lashes, her eyes reflecting an unfathomable indifference, completely devoid of emotion.
"I like smart women." Jesse Rowan stroked her chin with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist. "Joan, there's a car race tomorrow. Come with me."
