Page 49 of Spy With Me
Zach shifted because he realized she had been talking abouthis erection. Yup. This was his life now. Spy shit and anxiety and his unrulycock. He wished she would show him her boobs. He missed her boobs. Sometimesshe didn’t wear a bra and his whole body damn near revolted at the fact thathis hands weren’t on them. “She’s not a spy at all.”
“Well, you treat her like she’s your assistant.”
“I treat her like she has a stake in what happens, and shedoes.” He wasn’t leaving her out, though he also wasn’t planning on putting herin danger, and it would be way harder to watch her in Liverpool. “How big isyour place there?”
Lacey leaned against the railing. “Well, there will be morethan one bed, so you should factor that in.” She sighed when he didn’t take thebait. “It’s not my place. It belongs to my parents, and they are far wealthierthan I am. It’s big by city standards, and it’s got everything we need tomonitor the streets around us. We need to think about bringing in extrasecurity if we convince your mum to come in.”
“I have to tell Ian.”
“Do you?” Lacey stood up straighter. “Somehow I think theman will know. He seems to have psychic powers. But seriously, you need to besure of Devi before we go to Liverpool. I know she seems to have settled inhere, but there will be a lot more opportunity for her to cause trouble in thecity, and I would feel better if I knew she was loyal to you.”
If she knew he was sleeping with her. “I’m not going tocause her a shit ton of emotional damage so you feel better.”
She moved back to the door. “I also think you would be in abetter mood, mate. But what do I know. I’m a lowly underground activist. Thinkabout it. Time is running out. Just a couple more weeks and this should bedone.”
He wouldn’t think about anything else.
Chapter Nine
He was going to die of frustration.
Not only had his mom disappeared again, but every day Devigave him a reason to put his hands on her. Every single day.
He couldn’t because it wasn’t his place.
Or was it his place?
“I need you to hand me the syringe now,” Arthur said.
Yeah, he was helping Arthur vaccinate a group of goats.Normally Lacey liked to be the one helping the vet, but she and Devi had goneinto the tiny town for supplies. Those two were getting close. He’d heard themlaughing and joking as they’d done chores around the farm.
He would never had thought Devi could handle farm chores.His baby was a deep well, and he would never learn everything he wanted to knowabout her.
Probably because he would be dead or in prison, and that waswhy he wasn’t going to touch her.
Arthur huffed, and when Zach looked up the older man wasstaring his way. “You’re not sleeping with her.”
He wasn’t sure why Arthur needed to know that. “There is alot of sleeping going on between us.”
He actually did think he slept better when she was besidehim. She was cuddly and warm, and several times she’d lifted her face in theearly morning light and all it would have taken was a little movement of hishead to press their lips together.
She wasn’t serious about him, and she shouldn’t be.
Arthur took the syringe. “Are you going to let thisopportunity go, son? She’s softened up nicely. I thought she might be a problemin the beginning, but I think we all got to her and now she would fight for us,not against us. I also think she wouldn’t run from the fight, so you need toget her ready for it.”
The goat snorted as the syringe went in and then wanderedoff after Arthur gave it a pat on the back. They moved on to the next.
“I don’t want her to fight at all,” Zach admitted, carryingthe big bag Arthur had brought.
“And if your father shows up?” Arthur asked, making his wayover the soft ground. It had been raining a lot, and Zach had become accustomedto rain boots. “I know you don’t want her to fight, but shouldn’t she be ableto?”
“She’s had some self-defense training,” Zach replied. Notthat it seemed to have helped her since she’d been kidnapped by cartel assholesand then by Huisman’s assholes. According to Kala she had tried to fight Lenabut had lost. And Lena was a damn therapist. He should think about that. Butthe idea of rolling around with her made his cock ache. “Maybe Lacey couldhandle it.”
“Oh, I assure you Lacey could train her, but I think she’llsay this is your responsibility,” Arthur replied. “We might have already talkedabout this.”
“Really?” Why would they be talking about his relationship?Scratch that. He knew why, but he was trying so hard to keep things solid sothey didn’t jeopardize the mission. Missions. Could it be called a mission whenit was pretty much his life at this point?
“Well, it’s that or we talk about how The Fabulous Miss K isgetting along with the pigs. I swear that donkey needs a therapist,” Arthursaid, gently holding the next goat. He ran a hand along its back and gave her atreat before asking for the next syringe.
