Immortally Yours (Argeneau, #26)

by Lynsay Sands

“Tybo, it’s time to move,” Beth said into her headset as she watched the garage door drop closed. “And thank God for that. We’ve been camping out here all night in the cold and mud. I’m done in,” came the complaint over the headset. “We all are,” Beth said grimly. “So quit your bitchin’ and move into position or I’ll come find you and kick your arse.”

Beth covered the mouthpiece of her headset as a bark of laughter slipped from her lips. She hadn’t worked with Tybo long, but was quickly learning the man was a character. Shaking her head, she removed her hand from her mouthpiece and said, “Stop flirting with me, you cheeky bastard, and move into posit—” A choked sound and the rustle of cloth from her earpiece made her stop talking and listen instead before she said, “Tybo? Tybo?”