“What does Bibi matter, when we are getting all that we want?”
Brent raised his hammer and let it fall again.
“It has made a difference.”
“What has?”
“His coming here.”
Her eyes had gone black and opaque, as was their way when she was seriously puzzled or troubled. It was plain to her that something was clogging Paul’s mind and hampering his work.
“What kind of difference?”
Brent was frowning.
“Don’t you see what has happened? I am not a fool who goes out to look for trouble, but we are not alone here any longer. A man has to think of these things.”
Her eyes gave a flash.