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While at the pub, I considered asking Cayman if he knew who the man Nem had slept with was, but I thought better of it. First, she said it had only happened once. Second, I’d sound like a high school kid. Third, I’d agreed to forget my confession along with the rest of the conversation. Asking Cayman about it would only perpetuate it.
“How do you see this working, moving forward?” Cayman asked.
“I doubt Operation Purfleet will be our only investigation. The intended mandate from the UN is far broader. In my opinion, when other cases do come in, the investigative teams should be made up of members from each task force. It’s the only way a coalition makes sense.”
“Agreed.”
“However, before we proceed, I want to make sure Nem is on board.”
He smirked. “Excellent idea.”
“Shut it,” I repeated the words I’d heard him say to Puck. He laughed.
Nem arrivedthe following day just as I was making a pot of coffee and thinking about breakfast.
“Good morning,” I said when she came inside. “Can I help you bring anything in?”
“I’ve got it, but thanks.”
The gentleman in me wanted to insist. The equal opportunity task force leader in me thought better of it.
“You’re here early,” I commented when she returned without a coat on. It was zero seven hundred, which meant she had to have left London an hour and a half ago.
“I wanted to get ahead of the traffic.”
“I made coffee and am about to whip together breakfast.”
“I ate prior to leaving the flat, thanks.” She left the kitchen and went in the direction of the smaller dining area.
I grabbed my cup and followed.
“Is it all right if I set up in here?” she asked.
“Wherever you’re most comfortable.”
“Perhaps the library would be better.”
“Again, your choice.”
“You could share your preference.”
She was peeved this morning, which equaled feisty in my book. And I found her feistiness hot as fuck. And yeah, I’d agreed not to talk about my attraction to her, but that didn’t mean I had as much control over my thoughts. The more I tried not to think, the more I did.
“The library,” I said. There, she’d have the most privacy if she wanted it, since it had a door.
“Out of sight, out of mind.”
I wanted to take her in my arms and soothe away all her insecurity. Instead, I said, “The main dining area would afford you the most space to spread out.”
Her eyebrows scrunched.
“Listen, what if these situations were reversed? How would you respond if I asked where you’d prefer I set up? What would you say?”
“It was your idea to work remotely,” she muttered.
“So? I’m still courteous. Or at least I try to be.”
“When are your team members scheduled to arrive?”
