When he continued ignoring her presence she slammed the door shut, her eyes flashing with challenge as he glanced up. His green eyes were calm as he met her fiery gaze. "You're late," he said, folding his hands on his desk and gazing up at her with a look of superior indifference. Of all the responses she'd been expecting, that wasn't one of them. "What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded suspiciously. "Merely that the packages were delivered over twenty minutes ago," he replied, his face aching with the need to smile. "I've been waiting for you to come storming in here and throw the lot in my face." That he'd so correctly anticipated her response only added to her fury. "Oh really?" she snapped, unable to think of a more clever comeback. Joss rubbed his chin with his hand to hide the grin he could no longer suppress. She was dressed in a severe dress of rust-colored merino, her hair stuffed beneath one of those dreadful caps, and yet she reminded him of nothing more than a Valkyrie — fierce, proud, and deadly.
