Chapter 27

What? The original plan had been for me to fly out of National to London in the morning to meet with my opposite number in MI6. Without waiting to hear the rest of the message, I dialed DB’s number.

I thought it was going to go to voice mail, but he picked up. “C-Cooper.”

Only then did I realize how late it was. “DB, it’s Quinn. I’m sorry. I just got your message.”

“Not…not a problem. I was…I was just on my way out.” Husky feminine laughter told me that was a big lie. “Hold on a…a sec, okay?” He lowered his voice to a whisper, but I still heard, “Gimme my pants, wouldja, angel eyes? Oh, thanks, gorgeous.”

The silence that followed was broken by the sound of kissing and then, “Mmm. You’re welcome, tiger.”

And here I thought “darling” was the quintessential endearment.

“Sorry, Quinn.”

“Are your pants on, DB? Because I have to tell you, having a conversation with you, knowing you’re not fully dressed, is disturbing.”

“Hey, I had a smile on!”