Chapter 43

"Here." She was back, holding out a glass of water and punching out two tablets from a blister pack. "Take these, um, for the headache."

"Only if you do."

Amaya punched out two for herself, and they shared the glass of water. Funny that he noticed a little thing like that—funny that to Chase it mattered that she didn’t go and get another glass.

"We’ll feel better in twenty minutes." Amaya smiled, glad that they seemed to be talking normally again after the strain of the past few weeks. "It says so on the box."

She zipped his suit holder and picked up the phone to summon his driver as Chase downed a quick shot of espresso from his coffee machine. He stuffed files and papers into his briefcase as he gave her a few last-minute instructions that would take about a couple of hours to execute.

"Any problems, ring me. It doesn’t matter what time it is there—things have to be in place for tomorrow."

"Sure!" He watched her bristle slightly, and inside Chase smiled.

"And tell Tommy, I'll win ov