Page 83 of Undercover Agent

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Tommy gave me one of his high-voltage, ultra-white, teeth-filled, melt-most-women’s-panties smiles, and I waited for a weak-kneed swoon. None came.

“So…what are you doing here?”

“As I said only a moment ago, I’ve come to spend some time with my favorite girl.”

I cocked my head and studied him. “How did you find me?”

He walked around me to get my bags. “I’ll tell you over a glass of Amarone.”

When we exited the main building, Tommy pointed toward the parking lot.

“Oh, I don’t usually drive. It’s only a mile to my apartment.”

“You walk a mile carrying these?” he asked, holding out my bags.

“They aren’t that heavy,” I said, trying to take one from him.

“They are, and no, you may not carry one. I’ve hired a car, by the way. It’s in the lot.”

I followed him to what looked like a brand new Jaguar. “You can hire—I mean, rent—these?”

He put the bags in the trunk and then came around to open my door. “I may have misled you, I’ve actually borrowed it.”

“From whom?”

“A friend. I believe you met her. Angel.”

“She drives a nice car.” I got in, but Tommy didn’t close my door. I felt his finger on my cheek.

“How are you, sweet Charlie?”

I turned my head away to hide my tears, and he closed the door. Before he came around, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and wiped tears.

“Wine makes everything better,” he said, starting the car and driving straight to my apartment without asking where it was.

I’d been right earlier. Anyone could easily find me if they wanted to.

“Come, sweetness,” he said, opening my door after pulling into my driveway. “Second story, yes?”

I stopped and put my hands on my hips. “How do you know that?”

“I promise we’ll discuss everything. Let’s get you inside.”

I watchedTommy move about the room with his usual grace. He was such a beautiful man, and if I hadn’t met Lynx, or met him again, maybe I could fall for him.

“Here’s to you,” he said, handing me a glass of wine poured from a bottle he’d brought with him. We toasted and I took a sip.

“This is really good. What did you say it was?”

“Amarone della Valpolicella. It’s my favorite wine.”

I took another sip and sat on the sofa; Tommy came and sat beside me.

“We have some unfinished business between us.”

“Tommy, I?—”

“Tsk, tsk. It’s not polite to interrupt, and I know for a fact that your mother would be appalled by your ill manners.” He winked and I smiled.