Chapter 13: Tabby, Dalton

TABBY GLANCED AT THE clock.

He was making up time.

The first of the four tests had taken him forty minutes rather than the thirty allotted to him. The second he'd wrapped up in exactly thirty minutes. Now, so long as he didn't fall for the trap on the third he was likely going to make up around seven minutes, leaving thirty-three minutes for the final test.

She kept her arms crossed, following his hands via the camera perched above him giving her a bird's-eye view of the whole test.

Drinks with him was so totally not what she wanted. Not in the least. Should Jamie succeed, if he really had the skills and ability to learn what he needed to operate her systems, it was good for all of them. If he failed, it would only mean she had that much more teaching to do, so clearly she wanted him to succeed thereby making her job easier.

Yeah, that was a big, fat lie.

Against her own self-interest, she wanted him to beat the time she'd set for him, both because he was obviously good at