Hot Chick for Hire by Cat Johnson

Author:Cat Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cat Johnson
Published: 2018-06-13T08:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

I was still watching for pursuers who never materialized when he pulled the car away from the curb.

It wasn't until we were well down the block and the Ambassador's Residence was no longer in sight that I stopped looking behind us.

I glanced at Tristan and found him shaking his head.

"You really are not very good about hiding your thoughts, you know," he said.

That I knew. But even if I had been, these were particularly challenging circumstances. We could have been chased or worse. But I wasn't in the mood to remind him of that. What I wanted was answers.

"When did you make the hand off?" I asked.

"I didn't make it. I received it. And at the bar."

"From who? The only one standing near you was me."

"That's not true."

I thought back and it struck me. "The bartender."

"Yes." He tipped his head as he slowed for a light.

"But I didn't see him hand you anything."

He laughed. "What exactly do you think it was I was being given?"

"I don't know. Documents. A note." My eyes flew wide as an idea hit. "Ooo, was it written on the cocktail napkin?" I guessed.

Tristan's laugh was louder and longer than before. "You're adorable."

I frowned at what didn't seem like a compliment.

Glancing at me, he finally said, "It was a microchip."

I nearly slapped myself in the forehead. I'd watched too many old black and white spy movies. Of course it was a microchip. Jeez. I really needed that Spying 101 book.

He turned to me again. "You did well."

I felt the pout form on my lips. "No, I didn't." I was lucky I didn't get us caught.

"You did exactly as I needed you to. You distracted Gregory."

"Gregory?" My voice rose to a squeak. "He was the guy I was there to distract?" The man I'd made spit his drink by being sassy? Jesus.

"Yes. One of them, anyway" he answered.

Another thought hit me. "Who were you hiding from when we first arrived? When you, uh, kissed me."

I still felt the imprint of that kiss seared on my lips.

"Ah, that. She was a woman I'd gotten close to and things didn't end quite as she would have liked."

"The Housewives of New Jersey chick?" I asked, intrigued and a little envious of this woman. More than a little, actually.

"No." He laughed. "The woman at the embassy party tonight was a professional entanglement. Housewives chick, as you call her, was a personal one. An error in judgment on my part."

Exactly how many women was Tristan entangled with? Apparently so many that he had to categorize them.

It was pretty obvious which column I fell into. But that was the least of my worries right now. Gregory was the bad guy. Right in front of me. And I didn't even know.

Tristan glanced in my direction. "Are you feeling all right? You look as if you might faint."

"I feel that way." I twisted in my seat to face him as best I could with the seatbelt on. "Why didn't you tell me about Gregory? I could have blown it.

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