My lips curled at the thought. “If I see a Fedora, can I get it for you?”
It was Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes. “If you must.”
My phone buzzed with an incoming message.
William
Would you be terribly upset if I go out with Brandon tonight? We want to do a sunset horse ride, and then have dinner at the top of the hill.
You’re making me nervous. You know he works for the bad guys.
I do, but I think he’s one of those good guys who is confused.
?
I don’t think he believes in what he’s doing.
Fine. I don’t care if you hang out with him just make sure he doesn’t know who you are.
how did today go?
I didn’t risk telling him. If William had a few drinks, he could get a loose tongue. If he accidentally shared with Brandon that we were searching for something it would be one thing, but if he were to announce what we found that was a total catastrophe.
Fine. I’ll tell you later.
Did you and Dr. Johnny Rocket make out while you were hiding in a closet?
don’t have too much fun with Brandon. Love you.
btw, did he mention if Brie or Richard are here?
He says he’s traveling alone
I looked up and caught Andrew watching me with an amused expression. “Is that William?”
“Yes. He is going to have dinner with Brandon.”
Andrew glanced at his watch. “He’s either really into playing a secret agent or he likes the guy.”
“I think he likes him.” I also checked the time. It has been four hours since we sent William on the spy mission. “It’s after five. I think I’d like to go back to my room and take a shower. I’ll leave you alone to do the rest of your work.” I collected my shoes. Andrew got up before me and held out his hand.Like I need him to touch me again.I pressed my palm into his. At the contact, the sensation of being molded against his hard frame threatened to overwhelm me. But he would have to make the first move. He drew me to my feet and held on to my hand for a beat or maybe five before letting go.
His broad shoulders relaxed, his hands were now in his pockets, and an easy smile lifted the corners of his lips. “Thank you again for helping me.” His sincere expression told me he actually meant it.
I didn’t do much. I was not even sure what we agreed our next move should be because my mind was muddled by unforeseen lust.
“Anytime.” I walked backward to the door. I had a date with the tub’s showerhead.
“Meet me for dinner at seven?” he said in a warm, gravelly tone.
Halfway out the door, my shoes dangling on my fingers, I turned to look at Andrew over my shoulder with what I hoped was an enticing smile. “Tonight, I’ll get you drunk, and you’ll tell me the rest of Augustine’s dirty letter.”
Or better yet you could show me.
ChapterFifteen
The showerhead water pressure didn’t disappoint me. Twice.
I pulled my hair into a loose, low bun and added a splash more make-up. Well, more than a splash, but nothing over the top, just more dark eyeliner. I was going to a celebratory dinner after all. I wasn’t trying to impress Andrew.
