Chapter 36
Warren regarded his unexpected visitor from across the wide stone coffee table in his living room.
The early hour meant he’d been caught mid-spar session in the underground gym of his property. Although sparring was a misnomer today because his usual sparring partner was absent.
Leia hadn’t come home last night, and she hadn’t called.
Another first.
The flare of rage sweeping beneath the surface of his calm wouldn’t be contained. He’d been trying since 4a.m. when he’d given up his vigil and changed into gym clothes.
He’d have to spend another hour with the punch bag or on the Wing Chun. He propped his elbows on his knees, clasped his blood-spotted bandaged hands together. “Apologies for my state of dress.”
“It is I who should apologize for barging in so early.” A smile. A drift of eyes over his sweat-covered muscles.
Warren ignored the veiled interest and glanced down at the file before him. “Is this accurate?”
“It’s an accurate copy.”
He leafed through the file and then closed it. “Why?” His question didn’t need elaboration and he didn’t offer one.
“Our parallel interests ensure a speedy outcome. You’re welcome to refuse, of course.”
He’d plotted a different path to achieve his goals. But this could expedite things. If it failed, he could resort to his original course of action.
“I’ll have coffee brought in for you. Give me half an hour to get ready.”