Chapter 33
Jaya waited. One, two, three, four, five seconds passed. Finally, Ivan looked up. She grinned and waved at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the ledge of the balcony. The look of deep concentration that had been stamped across his features twisted into a fierce scowl. He straightened from where he'd been bent over, grappling with one of his men in what she could only assume was some kind of fake combat situation; though the punches, elbows and kicks they slammed into each other's bodies looked real enough. She'd been enjoying her bird's eye view, watching the sweat drip from Ivan's hair, down his naked, rippling torso to soak into the low-slung waistband of his workout pants.