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

of the nondescript apartment building we were standing in front of.
    After collecting the stash from the dead drop, I was startled to see two extra passports. Again, I wondered what Colin knew, or if he was simply speculating and being over cautious. The note said they were brand new identities, under the radar from even The Company. Apparently, he’d contacted a local cobbler, one not associated with any institution, but one he trusted.
    The car was a boring, gray sedan, perfect for blending in. With our belongings in the trunk, save for the weapons strapped to our bodies, we drove to the address I’d memorized.
    I did another sweep and my gut told me we were clear. Glancing at my wife—no, I needed to think of her as Scarlett while we were in the field—she nodded, indicating she agreed with my assessment.
    We exited the vehicle and approached the building, halting when the door opened before we could knock. A pretty young woman stood there. Probably in her early twenties, she was a tiny thing with short, curly blond hair and alert, blue eyes. “Brandon and Penny Abel?” she questioned in Italian.
    “Sì,” I confirmed. Those were the names on our new identity papers.
    She moved back and waved us forward. “Entra. Come in. I’m Antonia.”
    “Grazie,” Evie thanked her. “Per l'incontro con noi, Antonia.” I knew Evie spoke Italian fluently, just as I did. I’d heard it many times, considering we had a home there. However, no matter how much I heard it, it never stopped being a huge turn on. I had to find a seat quickly and set the bag I was carrying on my lap, doing my best to disguise my growing erection.
    Antonia took the chair beside mine, forcing Evie to sit on the couch across from me. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone was neutral as she started the conversation. “You have information on the whereabouts of Mark Sai?”
    Blue eyes bored into me as Antonia placed a hand on my bicep. My erection suddenly withered and died, limp as a noodle. “I do, but my knowledge isn’t free.”
    “Of course.” I reached into the bag, but her hand moved to cover mine.
    “I’m happy to trade what I know for ... other things.” A sound that could best be described as a growl emanated from the other direction. I looked to see Evie sitting ramrod straight, her hands clenched into fists on her lap, and her face storming. The situation was too tense for me to enjoy my wife’s display of jealously, but make no mistake, I’d be coming back to it later.
    “Colin certainly enjoys his preferred method of paying me and he suggested you might too.” I hear whispered in my ear. Colin . He was messing with me, and I was going to kick his ass before I strung him up by his balls.
    “Would you please remove your hand from my“—Evie hesitated—“partner,” she requested frostily. “Before I remove it for you.”
    Antonia spared her a quick glance and must have noticed a connection of some kind because her eyes bounced from Evie’s ring finger to mine, then back up to my face, smiling smugly. She obviously wasn’t put off by Evie’s attitude since she didn’t see a ring on either of us. We didn’t wear them in the field. Letting on that you have a spouse, or family, puts you, and them, into even more danger. It was the reason Evie had referred to me as her partner.
    It was time to shut this shit down. I pulled my arm away and adopted a bored expression. “I’m not on the menu.” Opening the bag, I withdrew nine hundred Euros and waved it in front of her. “Talk.”
    She sighed and leaned back in her chair sulkily. “I heard rumors of an arms deal going down in two weeks. Supposedly, word got out and they are moving it to a port off the coast of Spain.”
    “Why would we care about an arms deal?” Evie pipes up.
    Antonia finally turns her full attention to my—to Scarlett. “Because the man you’re looking for. He’s the courier.”
    I blew out an annoyed breath, no wonder the agency wanted to