Page 66 of Breaking the Rules
“Exclusively having sex with each other.”
“Exclusively having sex and living together.”
“Until this is over and you go back to New York or D.C. or London or wherever the hell you live.” Waverly crossed her arms over her chest.
“After this is over, I’m flying you to Barbados, and we’re getting married.”
“You drive me insane!”
“Get used to it, baby.”
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The limo pulled away from the curb and Kate raised the privacy glass. “You’d better call Chelsea, but make it fast because I want to hear about the sex.”
“You’re vicariously insatiable,” Waverly shot back as she dialed Chelsea’s number.
“Hey, Wave! You guys were hysterical on the show last night! I’ve never seen my brother covered in puppies like that before.”
Good God. Waverly had forgotten all about the Max Heim show. It felt like it had been a lifetime ago. “Thanks, did your parents get to see it?”
“They did. We video chatted during the broadcast. You realize there’s not a soul on the planet who’s going to buy that you’re not together, right?”
“I’ll deal with that when I have to. Right now, I’ve got some money quests for you.”
“Yippy! I love a good money trail.”
Waverly filled her in on what she was looking for.
“No problem. I can start digging here on my end and see what I can come up with.”
“Also, your brother now knows about my other employment,” Waverly warned her.
“I bet that went over well,” Chelsea said dryly. “The woman you’ve been pining over for years just told you she’s basically Batman.”
“I don’t think it’s fully hit him yet. But I wanted to let you know that I’m not going to blow your cover. He asked to speak to my hacker friend so he could offer you any of his resources. I told him it wasn’t possible.”
Chelsea snorted. “I appreciate that. Zave would freak. He’d go apoplectic.”
“I don’t know. Maybe we underestimated him. He handled my news okay.”
“Just wait,” Chelsea warned her. “It’ll catch up with him, and he’ll go ballistic.”
Waverly hoped Chelsea was wrong.
She hung up and flopped back against the buttery leather of the limo’s seat. “Don’t you go all mental hibernation on me,” Kate said, throwing aside the glossy magazine she’d been looking at. “Tell me what happened last night.”
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Xavier sat back in his desk chair and stared at his screen. It was just another unprecedented surprise to add to the teetering pile of the last twenty-four hours. He’d followed Waverly’s instructions and found her hard drive under the false bottom of a locked drawer in an unassuming credenza in her study.
The hidey hole also held a small arsenal including three handguns, six knives in varying sizes, and a jumbo pack of pepper spray all with cozy homes in the molded foam base.
The hard drive had been tucked in next to a package of tiny listening devices and GPS trackers.
He and Micah had handpicked a small team to start sifting through the assignments detailed in her files. She’d been meticulous with what she recorded. And she’d been damn good, too, he realized as he scrolled through case after case on the offline workstation.
Waverly was a spy. The woman whose safety he’d been obsessed with purposely chose to put herself in harm’s way. And for what? Information that other agencies were too lazy or busy or clumsy to collect.
