Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
“You getting all of this, Lou?” Kala asked, sticking to the accent.
“Is there anyone interesting?” Kenzie asked in her ear.
“I’m getting everything,” Lou promised as they approached the table Kala had selected. It was close to an exit, and she would be able to see everything from her seat.
Kala took the chair that had her back to the wall and Lou took the one closest to the window, leaving Tasha staring at the exit. “Oh, he could be interesting if he wasn’t such a douchebag. I can tell from here. That guy thinks he’s god’s gift to women.”
That got Tasha’s head turning. She glanced over and…holy hotness. He was god’s gift to women.
She wasn’t sure how tall he was, but suspected he would be about six six. He had golden-colored hair and ridiculously blue eyes and a jaw carved from granite. Sensual lips tugged up as his companion said something, and then his eyes caught hers and she looked away as fast as she could.
Oh, Kenz had talked about her getting back on the horse, but that one was a thoroughbred.
“Lou, send me something,” Kenzie begged. “I want to see.”
Those glasses of Lou’s weren’t merely a salute to Sir Elton. They were smart glasses she and Tristan had been working on for years. Those suckers connected to their personal systems and allowed Lou to access an enormous amount of data. Including facial recognition and the handy photo function the FR used. It made it easy for Lou to glance around the bar and send Kenzie what she longed for.
“He’s gorgeous,” Kenzie breathed.
He was. He was almost too beautiful to look at. The man didn’t belong in this slightly seedy pub in a working-class Sydney neighborhood. He should be in Milan making one of those commercials that made no sense but seemed to sell perfume.
“He’s a manwhore,” Kala said quietly. “I assure you that one is a player.”
“That’s exactly what you need,” Kenzie replied. “Oh, Tash, you should put on the glasses and seduce him.”
Such a perv. “I am not doing that. Lou needs those so she can tell me if I’m about to hit on a criminal. Or a married guy.”
It was handy to have a wingman who could background check a guy right there on the spot.
“His name is Brian Peters,” Lou said quietly, turning her head away from the seriously gorgeous man’s table. “His friend’s name is Darren Nash, if anyone’s interested.”
She’d barely looked at Darren, but it was good to know who was with the hottie she intended to spend the evening with. Well, if he was single and ready to mingle that was. And if she was his type. And if she found a way to actually do this.
She’d faced down foreign operatives and been taken hostage for a full forty-eight hours before. Luckily it was by people who were terrified of her father and his Russian mob connections, so they’d mostly let her watch Love Is Blind and fed her French fries, but it had been a trial nonetheless. She’d done a lot of scary things, but walking over there was another thing altogether.
“I’m on his socials,” Kenzie said in her ear. “Damn, Tash, he’s stunning. I kind of wish I was there to fight you for him.”
She glanced back over and there he was. The man practically had a halo, like the light in the room was drawn to him. He said something to the Darren guy. He wasn’t bad either. He was a bit smaller than Brian’s Greek god status, but it was obvious the man worked out. She was sure she would have paid more attention to him if he hadn’t been sitting next to Brian. “I’d win. All I would have to do is threaten to let Kala stay in the field for a couple of days and you’d let me have him.”
The twins shared their cover. They’d been doing it since the conception of the team. As far as she knew, no one outside the Agency was aware Ms. Magenta was actually two people.
“I might be willing to give up a couple of work days for that one,” Kenzie admitted.
Whichever twin was stuck at the safe house always complained. Always.
“You know, he’s not all that,” Tasha said, rethinking her position on the gorgeous guy. Her sister was far more important. There was something about the wistful tone in Kenzie’s voice that made her want to back off.
“Don’t you dare,” Kenzie replied. “It’s been a while for me, and Dad won’t let me take out my sexual aggression on the enemy. Who thought this was a good idea? Why couldn’t we have gotten a handler who didn’t care what we did as long as the job got done?”
She wasn’t about to point out that their enemies rarely looked like this Brian guy, and Kenzie would be hella upset if this handler who wasn’t her dad told her to sleep with some stinky politician.