“Have I ever been?”
For one moment, The Dimple appeared in Bo’s cheek, gone in a heartbeat. “Okay enough for me.”
Lucky’s tired laugh came out more of a chuckle. “Dude, you need to raise your standards.”
“They’re high enough, thank you very much. Now, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we get back to Richmond.”
“What about you?” Bo had to be running on fumes too.
“If I get too tired, I’ll pull over and take a nap.”
“We both need some rest.”
“Oh yeah?” Bo’s high-wattage smile belied the weariness in his eyes and dark circles underneath.
“Yeah. You’re here. I’m here. The most annoying agent on the face of the earth isn’t.”
“You mean Keith? Why would he be here?”
“As hard as this is to believe, Jimmy is worse. Keith’s an asshole, Jimmy’s more like an overly friendly puppy who won’t give us five minutes alone together.” The man took cock blocking to new heights, always calling or showing up whenever they wrangled some time alone.
“I’ll tell you what. Let's go test the mattress in my rental. It's been lonely sleeping there without you.” Bo leered and waggled his brows. “Nap first, bounce test second?”
Oh, God, yes! Lucky’s cock began to stiffen despite his exhaustion. “Sounds fine to me.” He closed his eyes, a smile on his face. Finally! He’d get Bo naked. The things they’d do.
He woke to Jimmy peering through his window. “Sorry, Lucky. I’m afraid we need your partner. And Walter Smith has asked you to return to Atlanta.”
Fuck! He’d never wanted to kick the shit out of someone so badly.
Lucky glanced over at Bo. They both heaved a sigh. Someone forgot to mention sexual deprivation in their job descriptions.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Lucky rubbed his fingers over his bleary eyes and sank down in his usual chair in front of the boss’s desk. One hell of a long ride home, Jimmy chattering nonstop all the way, and an entire day of fitful sleep hadn’t restored his mood.
At least he’d had a relatively good night. Until his phone rang.
And rang. About every five minutes. He loved his family, welcomed the lot of them back into his life with open arms, but damn! Did they really have to know his whereabouts all the time?
“And you’re sure you’re okay?” Walter leaned forward in his chair, resting his clasped hands on the desk.
“I have it on good authority that I’m not any nicer.”
The boss chuckled. “If you were, I’d worry.” The humor fled his face. “I mean it, Lucky. You’ve been through a lot. Despite any animosity between you, you lost a close family member.”
“I’ll spill my guts to my counselor later.” He’d rather talk to Bo. “Is that why you sent for me?”
“That and the need to get things back to normal here. I’ve been missing my two best agents, and I want them back.” Walter stared at something over Lucky’s head. “The Virginia office has been hinting at keeping you both. I needed to put my foot down.”
Put his foot right up their collective asses, more than likely. Nobody messed with Walter’s team.
“Jameson’s latest class ends tomorrow, but I’d like you to drop by the session this morning and allow him to make introductions. After Fourth of July weekend, they’re all yours, though I’ve asked Loretta Johnson to assist.”
“I work alone.”
Walter didn’t have to smile so indulgently. “Of course you do. So much so that I assume you have no interest at all in Agent Schollenberger’s recall to this office.”
Oh crap! Hallelujah! “None at all.” Lucky barely reeled in his excitement. Finally! “Say I was to be interested, any idea when he’ll get back? Just so I can clean my empty coffee cups off his desk. He gets irritated about me taking over the whole cube.”
