‘MR.. NOBLE?’He slowly opened one sleepy eyelid above an even sleepier, bloodshot eye. Only to raise the othereyelid, above an equally bloodshot eye, and find himself looking into the most amazing green eyeshe had ever seen.They weren’t the green he usually associated with eye colour, that faded colour that could look ahazelly grey, but the deep, deep green of a clear-cut emerald. High cheekbones sided a pert nose,the skin was clear and smooth, the mouth had a mischievous quirk to it even though it wasunsmiling at this moment, and the chin pointed and raised determinedly.The rest of the woman was harder to distinguish, Jonas realised a little irritably. A black baseballcap was pulled low over those amazing green eyes, her hair tucked neatly inside it, although thelashes that surrounded her eyes were dark and long. Black combat trousers were worn beneath ablack fleece top, the latter zipped up to her creamy throat.Obviously a young woman who liked to be taken seriously, he noted with amusement.‘Is something funny?’ the woman prompted sharply.‘Not at all,’ Jonas drawled dismissively, swinging long legs from over the arm of his chair to thefloor before straightening in his seat.‘Then I take it you are Mr.. Noble?’ the woman repeated abruptly.He looked around the luxurious but otherwise deserted private lounge before glancing back up atthe young woman with mocking brown eyes. ‘I would think that’s a pretty sure bet,’ he finallydrawled caustically; he didn’t suffer fools any more gladly than this young woman appeared to!Anger flared briefly in those dark green eyes, but was quickly brought back under control. ‘If you’ve finished your coffee—’ she looked down pointedly at the empty cup on the table in front of him ‘—your flight is ready to leave any time.’He wasn’t sure he was going to be ready, in the full sense of the word, any time today. Despite thepint of strong coffee he had consumed since his arrival fifteen minutes ago! It had been a longnight, involving no sleep, and flying off to God-knew-where, to meet a man he didn’t even know,was not high on his list of priorities at this particular moment.But he had agreed—under pressure!—to today’s meeting yesterday when he’d received thetelephone call from Jerome Summer, and he was a man of his word. So, despite the change of circumstances which meant he hadn’t actually been to bed yet, he had duly presented himself atthis private lounge situated within the much larger complex of the airport. But that didn’t mean hehad to like it!