"I did not promise you, I told you I'd try to get the proof you wanted. It's not as easy as you seem to think it is, Ace. What do you expect me do? Waltz right in and just starting taking photographs?" He ran an impatient hand though his unruly curls, and she could see he was trying not to strangle her.

"It's not that damn hard. Point the camera in the general direction and click." Glaring at him, her hand landed on the table with a smack, causing one of the glasses of tea to totter near the edge. Wincing with the pain, she shook her hand to get it to stop hurting.

A smile twitched as he tried not to burst into laughter. Catching the little movement of his lips, she glared at him, but then a reluctant smile crossed her own. "All right, Xavier, I'm being a bitch, and I can't afford to be over this. I know how dangerous it is for you to be doing this. Next time just kick me."

Both of them knew her behavior had been uncalled for. She really didn't want to be the reason behind his death if he got caught. When he lifted his hand, she felt the light tug of his fingers at the end of her hair. "Next time I will. You really are starting to get far too impatient. Neither of us can afford that."