Chapter 5
"You're head over heels in love with her. Just admit it, Jane".
"Do you really expect me to admit something that's not true?"
"It is. I've seen you. Every day, every time you look at her. It's written all over your face".
"I love my wife", he hissed fiercely.
"Your wife's dead, Jane! She's been dead for the last eight years!"
"I know that, thank you!"
"So why don't you even contemplate the possibility of directing your feelings towards someone else?"
"That implies your previous assumption is wrong, my dear".
"You know what I mean!"
"I know, and I don't like it. You've no right to tell me how to live my life!"
"So then… why are you doing the same thing all the time?", Grace countered sarcastically.
"At least I know what I'm talking about!"
"You don't know anything at all!", she spat out at last.
He surveyed her coolly for a moment. "I think I've had enough of it. Goodnight".
Grace rushed to the door, effectively barring his way.
"You're not running away this time. We have to talk".
"You have to talk. For my part, I've got nothing to say".
"It's always about you, isn't it?"
Jane smirked wryly. "I wasn't aware we were talking about someone else".
"She loves you too, you damned jackass!"
He did a double take at her last remark.
"I think you're going crazy, my poor little Grace".
"Yeah, of course. Everyone who disagrees with the great Patrick Jane must be crazy. That's kind of obvious".
"No way Lisbon is in love with me. Not on your life".
"Then why don't you just ask her?"
"Oh, come on…"
They were interrupted by the ring of her cellphone.
"Van Pelt", she said as she picked up. "All right, boss. We'll be there as soon as possible".
Their eyes met for a moment.
"We?", Jane double-checked in disbelief.
"Yeah. Apparently the boss knows you're at my apartment. Will you come now and do the job you're paid for?"
He reached for his jacket. "I'm taking my own car. Just give me the address".