Free Ugley Business by Kate Johnson Page B

with her. Don’t add yourself to the list.”
    “Why would I need to phone her,” Docherty asked, looking Angel over speculatively, “when I’ll be right here with her?”
    Luke rolled his eyes. “Just don’t,” he said.
    “Home-wrecker,” I added, watching Docherty watch Angel go inside the church.
    “Lifesaver,” Luke corrected. He considered it for a second. “Yeah, and home-wrecker too. How’d you find him?”
    “He found me. In the shower.”
    “Yeah, that’s Docherty for you.” Luke made to follow them inside but I pulled him back by his T-shirt and flicked my eyes at the Aston sitting there looking sexy.
    “That’s a hot car,” I said, and Luke nodded, his eyes on the sculpted air intakes. “Don’t you think it’s really,” I kissed his neck and looked up at him, “hot?”
    Luke flicked his eyes down at me suspiciously. “Ye-es…”
    “And you haven’t even had a ride in it.” I looked up again through fluttering lashes. “Would you like a ride?”
    Luke frowned and touched my forehead. “Sophie, are you okay?”
    Since when did it get so hard to seduce this guy? I rolled my eyes at the car, which gleamed like the huge, throbbing beast I knew it was.
    “Don’t you think that car is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?”
    Luke paused warily. “Is this a test? Am I supposed to say you’re sexier?”
    I stamped my foot. “No, Luke, you’re supposed to shag me. I’m more turned on than I think I’ve ever been. I’m about to explode here.”
    At that his eyes gleamed. “Really?” He ran a hand down my back and skimmed his fingers over my buttocks. “How close are you?”
    “If you don’t help me, I’ll explode all by myself.”
    That did it. Luke grabbed the back of my head and bit my lower lip. “That crypt Angel mentioned…”
    “I am not having sex in a crypt!”
    He licked my lips and I shuddered. Maybe the crypt wasn’t such a bad idea. After all—
    “Buffy did,” Luke said, and I shuddered again, because he’d read my mind. And then I glanced at the Aston, silent and brooding in the moonlight, and I smiled slowly at Luke. “Up against the car.”
    Luke blinked. “Seriously?” I nodded. “Where anyone could see us? Thought you didn’t—”
    “Against the car or nowhere,” I said firmly, getting quite desperate now.
    Luke looked at the car. Then he looked at Angel’s closed door. Then he looked at me.
    “You’re that desperate?”
    I doubted I’d last until he got my knickers off. “Becoming less desperate the more you procrastinate,” I said as airily as I could.
    Luke grinned and lifted me up against the car’s curved flank and flipped my fly undone. “Liar,” he breathed into my mouth.
    “Luke,” I said, playing with the hair at the back of his neck, “you’re a spy. I’m a spy. This is an Aston Martin. Fuck me.”
    He gave me a slow grin. “Love to.”
     
    Angel shook her head at us when we went in. “You two are incorrigible,” she said.
    “You better not have messed up my paint work,” Docherty warned, taking in my mussed-up hair and flushed cheeks.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
    “We were just,” Luke glanced at me, “briefing each other.”
    “Stop,” Angel held up a hand. “Please.”
    Luke grinned and pulled me over to one of the sofas, slipping his arm around me so I could snuggle up against him. Angel and Docherty exchanged glances.
    “I’ve told him about the letters and the e-mails,” Angel said. “About that camera flash we saw the other day, Soph.”
    Mmm, Luke had a nice chest. All warm and hard. Maybe we could just borrow Angel’s bed for a bit—
    No! Concentrate, Sophie. “That was, what, two nights ago? And nothing since.”
    She shook her head. “The photos yesterday.” She walked over to her desk and took an envelope out of a drawer. “The real ones went to Karen so she could check them for prints, but we made copies.” She gestured to the scanner and photo-quality