Page 33 of Tell No One
Delaney eyerolled. “Undercover Operative 101: default setting for location services isdisabled.”
“Am I going dark with you?” Tag asked.
Delaney let out a short laugh. “Yes.”
“Does that mean we have to wear vampire outfits, because my stuff’s in London,” Tag said quietly. “It’s at a storage facility near Euston Station.”
“We’ll go and get it tomorrow, Dracula.”
Delaney unlocked the car and they got in. “Hand me your phone.”
“Why?”
“At least one of your former housemates has your number. If any of them pass it on, you can be located.”
“Kenzie promised to delete it, but better safe than sorry, I guess.” Tag handed it over, then a moment later, asked, “Why did they have to put a tracker on me?”
Delaney raised his eyebrows.
Tag huffed. “Yeah, I get to track me but…”
“They like to dot all thei’s, cross thet’s.” Delaney sighed. “I feel like going for a drive. Clearing my head.” He needed time to think what to do. He also needed to stop thinking of what he wanted to do to the guy sitting next to him.
“Can we have the top down?”
Delaney pressed the button to retract the roof. He glanced at Tag as he set off and smiled when he saw the expression of delight on Tag’s face, a smile that was all sunshine.
“This is magic,” Tag said. “I’ve never been in a convertible before.”
Delaney drove down the coast with Tag exclaiming every few minutes over something he’d seen. Windsurfer, amazing bird—seagull, jet ski, kite, another amazing bird—another seagull, a cloud shaped like a seagull. He was irritating and amusing at the same time. Delaney paid the toll to go onto the private road that ran between two golf courses at Sandwich Bay. His was the only car in the parking area he pulled into, and they sat looking out at the water.
“How long since you’ve seen the sea?” Delaney asked.
“Not since I was a kid.”
“You’re still a kid.”
“I’m twenty-four. Are you old enough to be my dad?”
“No, I’m fucking not.” Then Delaney saw the smile on Tag’s face.Little shit.
He unfastened his seat belt, pressed the button to move his seat back, then reclined it until he was lying stretched out with his face in the sun, wondering what the fuck he’d done over the last couple of days, what the fuck he was doing now, and more to the point—what the fuck he was going to do. He heard the click of Tag’s belt, then felt him sliding onto the seat, wedging himself at his side, his mouth stopping a whisper away from Delaney’s neck.
“What was wrong with your seat?” Delaney asked.
“View’s better from this one.”
Delaney could feel Tag breathing on him, his exhalations coming out in shaky bursts. Then a hand settled on his waist and tugged at his shirt until it came out of his trousers.I should stop him.Tag let his fingers rest on Delaney’s bare skin and Delaney gave a heavy sigh.I’ll stop him in a minute.
“Are you tempted to keep a diamond?” Tag asked. “Just one? Sneak it out of the bag? Would they even notice?”
“I have enough money.”
“Can you ever have enough money?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t know that.” Tag was smiling, his fingers drawing lazy circles on Delaney’s abs, making his flesh quiver.
