His casualness was sickening. Always had been. The over-played affability made her want to punch him in the face right there and then. That might have been visible in the way she looked at him in return after he opened his mouth.

"You sent a courier to my apartment." she told him pointedly, grabbing the bottle the bartender just delivered to fill the glass that came with it.

She downed it like she was parched for water.

"So, what do you want?"

Jessica poured another.