God help her, she was tempted. She wanted to know what had put those lines on his face and those shadows in his eyes. There had been a time when she would have tried to make them all go away. But she’d already settled her accounts with Kalen. Awkwardly she pushed his arm away. “Go now.”
“I need your help.”
“You need the help of an AWOL Army officer?” She clucked her tongue. “That would violate at least a dozen regs. I’m shocked, general. What happened to that highly polished, everything-by-the-book attitude of yours?”
“No one knows you were CID.” He ignored the disgusted sound she made. “You know how the Chinese operate. I need an insider to infilatrate the tong, someone who won’t raise any suspicions. You’re it.”
“So you came all the way to Paris to—what? Persuade me to come back to work for you?” She laughed.
His mouth flattened, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “You served your country once.”
That was the wrong thing to say to her. “My country left me to die in China.”