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“Berlin just called. The coins were in a museum air vent with a note explaining how he bypassed their security.” After she ended the call, I stood there for a moment, my jaw clenched so tightly I could hear my teeth grinding. Fucking Kingston Wilde. What the hell was his game this time?
It was one thing to steal from a museum, and quite another to steal from an art thief. The former used predictable, reasonable methods of security. The latter was wily as fuck.
Up next was a short guy who looked too young to be employed by any law enforcement agency. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a button nose. The kid was kind of cute, if a bit nondescript. “This is—” Falcon was cut off by the smaller guy. “Doesn’t matter. They all call me Mouse.” His voice was so soft, I had to lean in to hear him. The skin of his hand was just as soft, and his smile was sweet. “Nice to meet you. I’m a fan of your work.”
She hadn’t been yelling at me out of anger, she’d been yelling at me out of fear. Out of love. That experience had borne my brother West’s favorite line. “She’s not a bitch, she’s a mom.”
Ziv shook his head. “Are you ever not flirting? I swear you could seduce a gravy boat.” “Have you ever seen the curves on one of those things?” I asked seductively. “And they live to serve. They’ll give you what you want. All you have to do is bend them over.”
“Please,” I said again. Who the fuck was in charge of my mouth? That fucker needed a ball gag.
Great, so now I had a giant throbbing boner. And I was going to have to ignore it since I was sharing a room with the boner maker.
“Is liking someone a requirement for having sex with them? Asking for a friend.”
“But it won’t be you,” I corrected. “It will have to be Mouse since Ziv will be with you and Linney will be on comms.” I looked over at the young agent. “Think you can be my boyfriend for the night?” Mouse’s face ignited, his cheeks flaming deep red as he sputtered out what sounded a little bit like an argument. “No. I mean… I can’t. That is to say, of course… not. Of course not.” He tightened his teeth together and winced. “I mean, of course. Yes, sir. I serve at the pleasure of the… you, I guess. Or, whatever. That’s fine. It’s fine. This is all…” “Fine?” Linney teased. “Shut up,” Mouse
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That’s all this was. Stress relief. Yeah, keep telling yourself that… And what the fuck are you going to do when King realizes you’ve been lying to him about the crown this entire time?
I blew out a breath. “A romantic criminal. Just my luck.” King chuckled and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “A stereotypical police officer. Just my luck.”
“This is Coolie, and that’s Gus.” I stepped forward to pet Coolie’s head, murmuring to him before looking up at his handsome owner. “If by any chance you named your cats after C.M. Coolidge and Gustav Klimt, I will drop to my knees right this minute and blow you where you stand.” Falcon plunked the cat onto the floor and reached for his zipper, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Open up, buttercup.”
“And I just got a call from Old Man Fowler.” “Do people actually call people Old M—” “Yes,” King muttered. “But don’t call his wife Old Lady Fowler. Ask Otto how we know.” Another voice entered the conversation. “I was drunk. That’s not fair.” I recognized Otto standing behind West.
