It was five days since I'd seen Kristina and Jane refused to talk about her. He didn't need to think about her now. He had me. And although he did not know it, I loved him.
We had begun to make a habit of kissing each other, in my office, on the sofa when the room was deserted. I loved every minute but I had to take action. I knew the rules and sooner or later, Hightower would catch us and it would be goodbye to my job.
Jane was stretched out on the sofa when I decided I'd tell him. As he saw me walking over, he grinned and sat up. But then he saw that I wasn't smiling and concern flashed onto his face. "What's wrong?" He inched closer to me and patted me on my shoulder.
"Us kissing at every spare moment we have," I said quietly into his ear. He frowned at me.
"Teresa, I do believe you started it." He smirked as he said the words. "Besides, I know that you seem to enjoy it, we can start moving it from the work place."He seemed to look deeper into my eyes now."How about tonight, Café whatever-it's-called a couple of streets away. Seven."
I raised my eyebrows. "Um, I'll probably be busy," I stammered, not wanting to sound desperate. "Something might come in at work and, well, I suppose I might make it." I finished, rather pathetically. Jane just smiled at me.
"I'll wait for you. I know you'll come." He started to walk away.
"Patrick! Oh, dammit!" I started to walk after him, but smacked straight into a security guard. "Sorry." I mumbled.
"No probs, Lisbon!"
He was there, waiting outside of Café Verona. The outdoor lights seemed to light up his face. He wore his work clothes but had on a black tie underneath his waistcoat.
"Coming?" He said, smiling. Then he looked at me properly. He looked taken aback."Woah, Teresa, you look...amazing," he told me. I suspected he was just being kind but I blushed with satisfaction anyway.
"Thanks," I said. We stepped inside the café and were directed to a table in the corner. Patrick drew my chair up and took my coat and I was impressed by his flawless politeness.
I was just beginning to enjoy myself when my phone rang. It was Van Pelt and I had to get to work. As soon as she told me what had happened, I ran from the table, leaving a confused Jane behind.