Page 161 of Carnal Urges
“That made me fall for you even harder.”
“If that turns you on, you’re definitely spy material. It takes a certain kind of personality to excel in my line of work.” He pauses. “Which is why I thought you might be interested.”
I look up at him, aghast. “In murdering people for a living? I’m sorry, but no matter how evil they are, I couldn’t do it. I don’t even like to kill spiders.”
“There are many other ways to be useful as a spy.”
I furrow my brow. “So it wasyouridea that those assholes on the ship interrogate me?”
“No,” he says firmly. “My idea was that I’d be your handler.Potentially.But they ran with it and decided to do a trial by fire.”
“Handler? What’s that?”
“The person who gives you assignments.”
I think for a moment. “Except for the killing-people part and you being my boss, it does have a certain glamorous appeal.”
Eyes alight, he murmurs, “We’d be like Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”
“You really like that idea, don’t you?”
“Don’t you?”
“What about the yoga studio I’m planning to start? I’d have to change the name to Fit for a Queen—When We’re Not Out Spying.”
“You could still have your studio. Most people who work in spycraft lead completely normal-looking lives on the outside.”
“Spycraft,” I repeat, trying out the word. “Ooh.”
He chuckles. “See? You like the idea, too.”
I quirk my lips. “Let’s table this discussion for after breakfast.”
He smiles like he’s already got it in the bag.
“Changing the subject: how long do you think this truce between you and Kage will last?”
Declan rolls onto his back and tucks me under his arm. I slide my leg over his and wind my foot under his ankle.
“Dunno. I’m still Irish, like his family’s killers. He won’t be able to look past that for long.”
“So you were planning to put him in prison?”
“No, that was the FBI’s plan. He was on my hit list, until you asked me not to hurt him. But now he owes me a favor, the bastard.”
“Is he really that bad?”
He huffs a short, hard breath out his nose.
I take that as a yes. Nat and I are going to have to put our heads together about how to handle the guest list at her wedding. The rehearsal dinner could be a bloodbath.
Which is the last thing the poor girl needs, considering her first fiancé never showed up for theirs.
Declan turns his head and looks at me with a hard glint in hiseye. “Speaking of people I should’ve killed when I had the chance, did you see Stavros while you were in New York?”
“I haven’t seen him since you tried to ship me off to him like you were returning a sofa.”
The hard glint fades from his eyes. It’s replaced by a tender shine. “You were so angry with me over that.”
