Good Things: An Urban Fantasy Anthology by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-17T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Cain sat, his butt numb, in the uncomfortable seat in their interpretation room and listened as Quinn translated with amazing ease while the delegates on the other side of the glass did their thing. Even though he could do the same when he touched her, the skill never ceased to impress him. Yes, her gift gave her an advantage, but still, her job demanded cognitive prowess to both listen and speak almost simultaneously while jumping through additional linguistic hoops such as syntax, humor, and colloquialisms.

Plus, he could listen to the husky rasp of her voice all day and never tire of the sound. Lately, he’d taken to fantasizing about hearing her voice as they made love. A fantasy not helped by the soft flowery scent of her skin, which filled the small space and surrounded him. The same thing happened at night when they slept. Or she slept, and he lay there wide awake.

Cain gave himself a mental shake and focused on the Mauritolla delegation. His attention needed to be on Max at this instant, not on the woman in the booth beside him. After the first week of getting nowhere, Cain ordered Max to employ his Illusion Manipulation, disguising himself as one of the Bahamian delegate’s entourage, who sat beside the Mauritollans, in an attempt to get someone closer. That had been two weeks ago.

With a weary sigh, Quinn flipped off her microphone and pushed back from the desk, her chair rolling silently across the carpeted floor. “Should be it for the day.”

A quick check told him the U.S. delegate was speaking now, giving him and Quinn a break for a while, as they had no need to translate to English.

Today she’d worn a black swishy skirt paired with a white camisole hidden under a black suit jacket. She crossed her legs, and the silky material of the skirt slid back. Even her knees were sexy. And definitely her feet in those bright red heels, though the shoes currently lay in a pile under the desk. Amusement tickled at him. Quinn never kept her shoes on long.

Get your flipping head in the game, Cain, he harshly commanded himself.

“Max okay?” she asked.

He flicked a glance at both their mics, but the lights were off, so no one else could hear them. “Fine.”

“He hasn’t learned anything new. Has he?”

Cain kept his expression neutral as he turned back to the delegation hall beyond, where Max sat. “He’s making progress.”

“Liar.”

He whipped his head toward her to find her laughing at him.

“Thought that would get your attention.” She grinned, unrepentant.

He grumbled his irritation.

The smile fell from her lips as she sobered. “I know you’re trying to protect me, or save me worry, or some such thing. I’m a big girl.”

He’d noticed.

“Have we learned anything?”

“No.”

“Too bad we don’t have a true telepath on the team.”

“Yeah.” Cain often wished for that skill. The twins were telekinetic with different focuses. Usually, the combination of the four of men on the team was more than enough. However, when their primary duty was surveillance, like now, a telepath sure would come in handy.

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