“Very touching,” Drake had only heard the last of the conversation as he’d stepped into the room. D/CIA Clarissa Reese always brought out the worst in him.
Seeing Clarissa look anything other than conniving or viciously angry was so unusual he almost didn’t recognize her. Seeing her displaying human signs of sadness was a first. At Clark Winston’s death, she’d alternated between I’m-fine, business-as-usual steel-eyed-b***h, and her viciously angry-at-the-world mode.
I’m-fine, business-as-usual steel-eyed-b***h,If something happened to Lizzy, he might be angry for her being taken from him, but it would be far more about the sadness.
Clarissa looked up at him, then gave him the finger.
“Missed you, too.”
Taz Cortez jolted to her feet, snapped to attention, and saluted when he’d stepped
