Desperate times (call for desperate measures)
"Extremis malis, extrema remedia"
- Latin proverb -
Chapter 1
Lisbon was watching the man still fast asleep at her side. Jane looked so peaceful now – momentarily free from all the thoughts that haunted him during his waking hours.
A brief pang of guilt hit her as she recalled how vulnerable he had been last evening. Seducing him had been far easier than she had expected.
She knew he was going to blame himself for betraying the memory of his wife. She knew it, and felt sorry for him.
Yet she had done what she had to. It was part of her plan. She was willing to risk everything in order to save him – his friendship, his trust, even her own life.
She felt bad about deceiving him. Even if the night they had spent together hadn't been a mere act on her part. Under different circumstances, it could have been just about the two of them.
Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed and put on her clothes.
She debated briefly if she should leave him a note. Grabbing a pen and a slip of paper, she scribbled quickly:
Didn't want to wake you up. You really look like you need some rest.
See you at work.
Teresa
