“Perfect.” They would be able to hear approaching guests before being happened upon.
“So you’re finally going to end my suspense?” Folding his arms across his chest, Joshua eyed her expectantly.
“From what I’ve heard, you like suspense.”
“Heard from whom?”
“My agency.”
“MI6?”
Lindy feigned a pout. “You guessed?”
“Simple arithmetic.”
A man with Joshua’s specialized skills would recognize hers. From there her accent would make an equation of two plus two equaling an answer that wouldn’t be difficult to guess.
“What does your agency want with me, Lindy?”
Rising up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, she pressed so close that her breasts brushed his arm.
“We don’t actually want you.”
He inhaled, a sound that was the second honest reaction she’d gotten from him tonight.
Their kiss had been very honest.
“What do you want then?”
“We want Renouf. We want you to give us everything you have on him.”
“If I had anything on him, why would I give it to you?”
“Because…” She let her words trail off for dramatic effect. “My agency can provide you with a new identity and a well-heeled life outside the organized crime world.”
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