Rather than get mad, a lazy smile widened on his face. “I see why he fancies you.”
My breath caught, and everything in the room went still. “Hesaidthat?”
Fletcher seemed to enjoy my shocked reaction. “Not with words, but his actions do. In fact, they speak volumes.”
“What the hell are you talking about? He left me here.”
“Only because he had to. He rather gave me the impressionhe was reluctant about that.”
The mischief in his eyes made me want to tap my internal horizon gauge to ensure it was working. I felt wildly off-kilter.
“Ready to shove off?” he asked.
I followed him down the stairs, toward the parking lot.
“He had to return to his cover,” he explained. “You’ll need to lay low until his work there is wrapped up.”
“And what work is that, exactly?”
“Sorry, love,” he said. “Even I don’t know that answer.”
“But you two work together?”
“On occasion. But we don’t work for the same people.”
What did that mean? He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he hurried us to a dark sedan, where he pulled open the back door and wordlessly asked me to get in.
When I hesitated, the mischievous glint grew in his eyes. “Trying to figure him out, are you? Good luck with that.”
I frowned, got into the back seat, and tried not to think about what he’d revealed, but it buzzed in my mind regardless.I see why he fancies you.
Fletcher shut my door then moved to get settled into the driver’s seat. “Do you speak German?”
“No. Why?”
“One of Ethan’s friends lives in Munich. He’s asked me to?—”
An electronic trill came from his pocket, and rather than finish his sentence, he dug the phone out.
“We’re about to leave.” No greeting. That was how he answered it. His gaze flicked to mine in the mirror. “She’s fine.”
He turned in the seat and extended the phone to me. He didn’t bother to tell me who it was because it was unnecessary.
“Hello, Ethan.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you, and I had to check in with Gio.”
It was strange to hear his deep voice unaccompanied by that intense gaze.
“That’s all right,” I replied. “You said it yourself. You don’towe me anything.”
I kept it as professional as I could, trying to mask the sting of hurt. He was doing his job after all, I assumed, but once again, I’d lost out to the murderous Gio.
There was a long pause. “Are you okay? Your hand?”
“It’s fine.”
“Good. I shouldn’t be long, but I’ll let Fletcher know not to wait for me if the situation changes.”
