Chapter 3
"So… how do you feel about him now?"
Grace stared at him for a full minute before snorting: "You're the master of cold reading. Tell me how I feel about him".
Jane slowly shook his head. "I already know it. It's important that you get to realize it too".
"I… I have no idea". She started pacing across the room. "I hate him for betraying my trust. Yet part of me is still in love with him. How silly of me…"
"Not silly at all. I expect you think you could have saved him, under different circumstances".
"Namely not shooting him?"
"I mean turning him from the dark side. That kind of Luke Skywalker thing. Have you ever seen Star Wars, by any chance?"
"Please, Jane. Be serious".
"I'm being serious".
A pause. "Okay. Maybe you're right here".
"And what about our worthy agent Rigsby? Are you still in love with him too?"
"Weren't we talking about Craig?", she rebuked sharply.
"Before. Now we have to deal with another subject".
"I really can't see where Wayne comes in".
"I do. Answer my question".
She bit her lip. "On one condition".
Jane tilted his head, suddenly intrigued. "What condition?"
"You have to tell me something first".
She was pleased to see a brief flash of panic crossing his face.
"It depends", he replied warily.
"That's entirely up to you".
"Just fire away".
"How do you feel about Lisbon?"
He raised an eyebrow. On one hand he was glad that she didn't ask him about his dead wife. On the other hand… well, he really didn't want to talk about Lisbon right now.
"And what has that to do with the relationship between you and Rigsby, pray?"
"Is that you answer?", she double-checked smugly.
"I've nothing to say on that subject".
"Then I won't tell you about Wayne".
"Fair enough. Psychoanalytic session is over. There's a cup of tea with my name on it at my motel room. A gentleman never lets his lady wait too much for him".
Grace smirked as she watched him almost fleeing from her apartment. Just for this once, being the one who held the whip hand was a welcome change.