Page 75 of Lure

“Better than I expected.” I hadn’t thought I would sleep at all.

“The food was good.” That wasn’t a question.

“I liked the portions,” I retorted and that earned me a laugh from him. “But yes, it was good.”

“Now we’re here, in Paris. We’re going to get ourselves a couple of funky t-shirts after we grab our luggage and then we’ll head out.”

We weren’t planning to stay in Paris at all. I glanced at my watch. “Do you know when their flights land?”

“I do,” he said, then ducked his head down to murmur, “don’t worry. I mean it. We’ll see them soon enough. Everything is fine.”

Right. Everything was fine.

By the time we got to our carousel, the luggage coming out was from our flight. It didn’t take long for us to collect the luggage and bypass customs because we had nothing to declare.

Once into the arrivals area, Voodoo let me pull my own suitcase as we wandered down to a couple of the gift shops. I had to laugh, he’d been serious about tacky shirts. But we grabbed them. We lingered for a bit, then he nudged us outside.

Not even ten minutes passed before a car pulled up to the curb with Lunchbox behind the wheel. He flashed a grin at us as Bones slid out from the passenger side. He grabbed the extra bags and the guys got them loaded as I climbed into the backseat.

“Hi,” Lunchbox said over his shoulder. “Good flight?”

“How did you guys get here so fast?” I thought we were on the first flight.

He chuckled. “Luck of the draw. Or maybe we bumped up to an earlier flight. They had the room.”

“Huh. Good flight?”

“Not so bad. You?”

Before I could answer him, Voodoo slid in next to me as Bones climbed into the passenger seat.

“Alphabet is two hours out,” Bones said over his shoulder. “We rented a small apartment. We’ll take you there and you can shower and change if you want. Once he’s in, we’ll head out again.”

I blew out a breath. That fit our plans, even if we were hooking up sooner than I expected. “Are we driving down?”

“No,” Voodoo said. “We’ll get another car once we’re there, but I need to work on sourcing some supplies.” He checked his watch, then leaned forward as Lunchbox navigated us out of the airport. “If we have two hours for Alphabet and Goblin, give meanother ninety minutes to get everything lined up. Then we can go.”

“We can juggle,” Bones said. “Grace can head south with Lunchbox and Alphabet, I’ll stay with you and we’ll meet them in place.”

Voodoo grimaced, then nodded once. Leaning back, he glanced at me. “Lose the highlights, take your hair up into a ponytail, scrub the makeup, or take it real low key and then put on the tourist gear.”

“She’s gonna look like a teenager,” Bones muttered.

I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him—barely. “I can look a little more college. Don’t worry.” I glanced down at Doc Martens. The lace leggings would have to go and I had some running shoes in my bags. Jeans, t-shirt, running shoes, and ponytail. I could make it work.

“Do you have a baseball hat for her?” Bones asked as he glanced over his shoulder and I felt more than saw the way he swept his gaze over me.

“I got something,” Lunchbox said, handling the Paris traffic like he was a native. “Don’t worry about it.” He flicked a look at me in the rearview. “Still got your phone and earbuds?”

I grinned. “Yes.” Now that I had them, I wasnotrisking losing them. I may not have anyone to call right now, but Ilovedhaving the access.

“Get them ready, that way you can ‘tune’ us out if you need to.” Then he winked. Warmth unfurled in my belly and I forced out another long breath. The flirting was…nice. I probably shouldn’t be focusing on that.

“If we take a train instead of a car, I want to grab a couple of books.” I’d kill for something new to read.

“We’ll take care of it,” he said, then Voodoo leaned forward to murmur with Bones. The occasional word like weapon andsupplies drifted toward me. They were likely working out where to pick up the items they needed.

The place they had was an apartment on the top floor of a lovely building in the 19th Arrondissement. Bones and Voodoo slipped out to offload our luggage and Lunchbox twisted back to look at me.

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