Free Until Death Do We Part (Sex and Vows #1) by Fiona Davenport Page A

cut-out to make a drop first. You’ll also find keys in there and a car parked out back.”
    “Great. Keep me posted if you hear anything else.”
    “Will do. Oh,” he stopped me before I could hang up, “Am I seeing things or was that sexy as fuck dominatrix in black, Genevieve?”
    A growl rumbled to the surface from my chest. “Colin”, I said, my voice filled with malicious warning, “I don’t ever want to hear you say the word fuck and Genevieve in the same sentence or I’ll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat.”
    “Whoa, whoa, okay. Won’t happen again. Thanks for the very vivid image, by the way. But”—he paused before continuing hesitantly—“was it your wife?”
    “What if it was?” I was fishing, trying to ascertain how much he knew, if he’d realized she was also a spy.
    “You’d better send her home, mate. Now would be a good time to put in the request to read her in, because she’ll figure it out eventually, if she hasn’t already.”
    “I’ve got it under control.” It was all I was willing to give.
    “Alright, well, keep me posted and I’ll give you a heads up if I hear anything more.”
    I hung up and looked at the name and address I’d written down. Once I had it memorized, I pulled out a small, yellow Bic lighter from the pocket of my black cargo pants and lit the paper on fire. Dropping it in the ash tray on the room’s table, I turned around and saw Evie quietly speaking into her phone as well.
    “Yes, sir. I’m on it. No, I don’t have any leads but—” I waved my hands to get her attention and when she met my gaze, she raised an eyebrow in question, to which I nodded confirmation—“Never mind, sir. A lead just showed up. Yes, sir. I’ll keep you updated.” She snapped her phone shut and blew out an exasperated breath.
    “It’s like having a fucking babysitter sometimes.”
    I chuckled, knowing exactly how she was feeling. Picking up our bags, I tossed them over my shoulder, grasped the handle of my briefcase, and made my way to the door. “Let’s go, baby. I got the name and address of an asset who might know something.”
    Evie pulled her backpack from under the bed, and I held the door open as she stepped out into the hallway. A quick elevator ride and we were walking through the hotel entrance, out into the bright sunshine. Instinctively, we both moved so we were standing out of the direct rays, blending into the shadows.
    “Someone is leaving me money and a car at a drop about five miles away. We’ll grab a cab and pick up my packages, then head out to see Colin’s contact.”
    Evie murmured an agreement, and I signaled to the doorman to flag us down a taxi.
    “Colin?” Evie asked when I gave her my attention once more. “The sexy Brit at your firm?”
    Despite my complete confidence in Evie and our love and desire for each other, jealousy exploded inside my head, pounding at my temples. “Yes, the dead man who used to work with me.” I was only half-kidding.
    Evie’s eyes widened in surprise, then her lashes lowered, but not before I caught the coy gleam in them. “I should have known he was a spook. He just screams 007, don’t you think?”
    I growled, gripping Evie’s waist and pulling her against me. “Don’t push me, baby. Or you’re going to find yourself bent over my knee with a very red ass. And then I’ll show you exactly who your man is, by fucking you into next week.”
    She looked up at me through her long, dark lashes, her brown eyes heated. “Promise?”
    I stifled a groan with a curse. I was going to need to learn to control myself. If I had to spend the whole mission with a hard on, it was going to make things extremely difficult. “Behave,” I scolded. Just then, the doorman whistled and a cab pulled up to the curb.
    Before climbing inside, she leaned up and whispered in my ear, “Jealousy is a sexy look on you. It makes me wet.”
    For the love of... I was so screwed.
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    M y eyes swept the perimeter