ChapterTwenty-Two
Derek: You upset the boss.
Piper: You call him the boss.
Derek: It’s complicated. It’s his code name.
Piper: You’re pretty bossy, shouldn’t you be THE BOSS?
Piper: What’s your code name?
Derek: Blade.
Piper: Why? Who gave it to you?
Derek: I don’t remember who gave it to me, or why. It was long ago.
Piper: My grandfather takes supplements for his memory.
Derek: Seriously, you’re going to make fun of my age again?
Piper: No, I’m just giving you free advice.
Piper: So why is your boss upset?
Derek: I was hoping you’d tell me. He called you infuriating.
Piper: Did you buy extra cupcakes?
Derek: Yes, he ate several.
Piper: Then he probably needs sex.
Derek: Were you sexting with him?
Piper: No. I would never cross that line.
Piper: In my expert opinion he’s anxious about the next step of this operation.
Derek: He is.
Piper: A blow job would help him.
Derek: Jesus, Piper. I was drinking water and spit it all out.
Piper: What’s wrong with telling you what he needs?
Derek: Is that what you two did before a mission?
Piper: I’m not disclosing my sex life with him to you…
Piper: But the night before a mission, we didn’t sleep at all.
Derek: He was tired before leaving?
Piper: No. He usually had to report to HQ in Seattle a day before. Once he left New York, he was tired enough to sleep and be ready for whatever they needed him for.
Piper: If they pulled him for a last-minute operation, then he didn’t have time to brood.