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“Hey, baby.” He rolled the desk chair back, patted his leg. She eased onto his lap, draped her arm around his shoulder, and kissed him. “Hello, handsome. How was the restaurant?”
“Looks great. How was work?”
“Busy, busy. I’ve got my first actual mission next week.”
“Local or out of town?”
“DC, so local.”
“Arrest or elimination,” she replied.
“Arrest.”
“When should I start worrying?”
She laughed. “This home is a no-worry zone, so never. I’ve got this and I’m part of a great team.”
He kissed her. “Are you working out?”
“Yeah, can I tear you away to join me?”
“I’ll change and meet you downstairs.”
She waggled her eyebrows. “I’ll help you.”
He smiled. She knewexactlywhat to say to redirect his frustration.
She pressed her lips to the small space between his eyebrows, then ran her finger over the spot. “What’s got you?”
“My brother, Greystone, is back.”
“Teddy mentioned a black sheep?—”
“That’s the one.”
“Where’s he been?”
“Didn’t say.”
“Why is he back?”
“Wouldn’t tell me.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Working for Teddy.”
“At the new restaurant?”
“Looks like Teddy made Greystone the GM.”
“Nice.” She kissed him. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t trust him.”
Simone smiled. “Baby, you don’t trust anyone at first. Maybe, if you get to know him again, he’ll actually answer your questions.”
“Maybe you’re right. You’ll meet him at the grand reopening.”
