I bit back a smirk, working to keep a stern scowl in place as I spoke again to Darcy. “And stay in the Jeep.”
“I heard you the first time. Just go.”
Satisfied the brat would stay put, I got out and met Tallus in front of the vehicle. I had parked on a side street, around the corner from the main entrance of the storage facility. The crowd of emergency vehicles from earlier was gone. The main gate was locked for the night, and the office was dark.
We’d dressed in black to blend with the shadows. I’d left the fedora and my trench coat at home since they tended to draw attention. My size caused enough issues when trying to be stealthy.
Tallus, on the other hand, somehow managed to turn Clandestine Spy into a sexy art form, but it no longer surprised me. How he could bend and move in the black skinny jeans he’d chosen was a mystery. It made it difficult to focus on anything beyond his perky ass and the sway of his hips.
God help me. He was mine. The notion still baffled me.
Although it was after ten and traffic had thinned, the plan included breaking and entering. I tried to follow the rules, but Tallus was a devil on my shoulder, and the man could talk his way in or out of anything he pleased.
This was his idea—in essence. The details were mine.
The goal? Get in, find out if Lukyan Andrich owned the burned storage unit, discover what remained inside said storage unit, and get out without disturbing anything. The key components included keeping our faces off camera and leaving no evidence that we had been on the premises at all.
At a secluded section of fence, out of sight of the main street and behind a few conveniently placed trees, I stopped and adjusted Tallus’s ball cap so I could see his eyes behind his come-fuck-me glasses.
“Hey, sexy.”
He smirked. “Hey, Guns.”
“Don’t break these.” I tapped the frames.
“I never plan to. It just happens.”
“You should have worn your contacts.”
Tallus peered beyond the fence and back the way we’d come before facing me again. “I don’t see as well in the dark with them. Astigmatism. Causes lights to streak and glare. It’s distracting. Plus,” he nudged me, “you hate my contacts.”
“I don’t hate them, but the glasses are next level.”
“Do they make you hard?”
“If I’m not in control.”
His smile grew. “Are you in control now?”
“Poorly.” I flicked the brim of the ball cap. “Can we talk aboutthisaccessory?”
“The ball cap? Uh-oh. Do you have a thing for hats now?”
“I must. I definitely have a thing for you.”
I bent to kiss him. He allowed it, for a moment, then pulled back. “Quit schmoozing. I can’t climb a fence on a good day, but with my cock hard, it will be impossible.”
Chuckling, I sized up the ten-foot chain-link obstruction standing between us and the compound. “You sure you can manage?”
Talluspffed. “I’ve got this. Where are the cameras?”
“They’re scattered throughout. Secured to the tops of the units at the intersections. They’re meant to cover quite a distance, pick up cars or trespassers. Doubt they’re high quality. Keep your chin down. They probably record by motion sensor, but aren’t accessed unless they suspect an incident. We aren’t disturbing anything, so they’ll have no reason to check them. The chaos happened earlier.”
“Sounds good. Lead the way.”
“No. You go first.”
“Aww. Will you catch me if I fall?”
