Page 65 of The Team

Rhett sighed. “My guy gave you the all-clear.” He took Yin’s phone out of his pocket and turned it over in his hand. “And this.”

“I shouldn’t have had it on me,” he murmured, eyeing the phone.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Rhett replied. “You could have jeopardised the mission or us.”

“It’s not detectable,” he said. “It emits no?—”

“It emits no signal, I know,” Rhett said. He scrutinised the black screen for another moment before handing it over to Yin. “If you bring it on assignment again, I’ll...”

“Shoot me in my seat and throw my body out of the plane,” Yin said with a wry smile.

Rhett straightened up, dead serious. “Yes.”

Jay sighed and looked up at Totoro. “You have somewhere to stay in London, right?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Awesome.” Jay clapped his hands, then took Rhett’s arm. “Okay, it’s been great and I’m glad we’re all good, but we have somewhere else to be.”

Like face down on my bed getting dicked for hours...

Rhett snorted but went willingly, and as they made their way into the hall, Zihao was on his way in.

He was a quiet, unassuming man. He was on the shorter side, about Jay’s height, but Jay knew that didn’t mean shit. Jay had no doubt Zihao could kick ass. He had serious eyes like a hawk and a tight smile. He stopped and bowed his head slightly.

“Yin and Chen are still inside,” Rhett volunteered without slowing down.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied quietly.

They walked to their car in silence, and when they got inside, Rhett put his finger to his lips.

Which meant don’t speak.

Which meant Rhett assumed the car was bugged. Was their apartment too?

Probably.

Well, Jay conceded, they were about to get a few hours of hot sex audio.

“We should swing past the supermarket on the way home,” Rhett said as he started the car.

“Good idea,” Jay replied.

Then he made small talk about takeout, and for the entire time, he didn’t mention Yin, or Yunho, or Kowalski, anything they’d done or seen in the last week.

He wasn’t joking about the supermarket. Rhett pulled into a spot and they got out, Rhett scanning the parking lot, the people. As they walked into the supermarket, Jay murmured, “We got a tail?”

“I think we should assume so.”

Fuck.

“Well, just so you know, I’ve already made the decision that they can listen to you rail me for hours. I have no problem with that. In fact, I might even ask them for a copy.”

Rhett snatched up a basket, giving him an uncertain look. “Not entirely convinced that’s funny.”

Jay shrugged. “Honestly, I’d be more surprised if they don’t have ears and eyes on us and have done for years. Think of all the hot sex audio of ours they have on file. I should get the compiled list. Hours and hours of easy listening.” They headed straight for the produce section and Jay picked up a punnet of strawberries. “The price of these is ridiculous.”

Rhett added some more fruit and greens, not saying anything, but Jay collected some apples. “You like apples? How ’bout them apples,” he said, mimicking the famous line from a movie.

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