He made himself a coffee and tried to be patient, but his fingers wanted to drum on the kitchen counter. Yesterday he’d let the opportunity slide by with a few banal exchanges that were no different than any other day. Today would be different. It had to be. Yet it had been a long time since he’d had everything on the line and it had never been such a delicate matter—or so personal. While the likelihood of disaster was high, if he did nothing, it was certain. He didn’t like to admit he was failing, or that something was wrong with his life, yet that was exactly what he’d be doing if he managed to get the words out. And he’d be telling the only woman who drew his lover’s gaze. Katya walked into the kitchen and he swallowed without tasting the coffee. With ice-blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked more like a sylph than a Vampire. Owen hadn’t hired her as his assistant because of her looks—well, not entirely. She was efficient and ruthless, a trait Jack couldn’t help but admire.
