Sean had already given her a heads-up, so although Thea Lynch's heart was racing, she appeared perfectly composed on the surface.
She always had this serene demeanor, so when Ian Preston first looked at her, he didn't give it much thought.
But upon seeing the tea she had prepared, he understood immediately.
Sean had already called her.
Heh. Ian closed the door and walked over to the sofa to sit down. Sean, that kid, was two-faced. One moment he's "selling information" to him, and the next, he turns around and gives her a heads-up.
A spy within a spy's game, that's exactly him.
Sean just didn't have a stance.
Ian was used to it.
Once he sat down, Thea quietly poured him tea, then handed it over.
The atmosphere was a bit delicate, not as awkward as imagined, but not particularly good either.
