Monday. Thames House Security Service Headquarters. London, United Kingdom.
DIHA BALAKRISHNAN WINCED AS the door thudded shut behind Miles Green.
That had not gone well. It had at first, but they'd taken a wrong turn. Where? Why? How?
Cat sighed and hopped up onto one of the desks, staring wistfully at the door. "I would not kick that out of bed. You did not adequately tell me how good looking that man is. Damn, Diha, you do know how to pick them."
Diha turned as a blush rose up her neck and into her face. The last thing she needed was Cat seeing that and poking at her over the blush.
Besides, Diha didn't have it in her to admonish Cat's mouth. This time. She was only speaking truth.