Page 69 of Perfect Pitch

“In your dreams,” Kane smirks as he makes a joke off the next song that comes up. Throwing a towel around his neck, he grabs his gym bag before following Beckett out the door.

Leaving me to my thoughts about Austyn.

I knew I was emotionally engaged with her even before she gave so freely of herself last night. Maybe I should be terrified it happened so fast, but as I turn over each emotion she brings out in me—the least of which are a vast increase in my already protective nature, my hunger for her, and my need to be around her—I can’t find a wrong.

“Okay, fine. Maybe Uncle Charlie knew what he was talking about with that Mark Twain quote,” I grumble good-naturedly.

Then my phone flashes with an incoming text from Kane.

Kane:

Be ready to be wheels up in four hours.

My own fingers fly.

Mitch:

We just got back.

Kane:

Not us, you. Advance.

“Crap. How’s Austyn going to take my leaving again?” I tip my head back as rivulets of sweat run down my back. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to find out until I’m already gone.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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“Wait, you’re where?” Confusion mars her voice and her expression through FaceTime.

“Seattle.”

“But wouldn’t it have made more sense for you to have stayed out on the West Coast and flown up from where you were?”

“Without question.”

“Is your boss that much of a prick?” she demands.

Wearily, I sigh, “It’s the nature of my job, Austyn.”

“To pick up and go at a moment’s notice?”

“Absolutely.” I think about the number of times since I took this assignment a few years ago I’ve jumped on Beckett’s private jet with little more than a moment’s notice.

“What are you? Some sort of super spy? Do I need to worry about men belaying down my bedroom window one night?”

“Potentially,” I growl, just for the sake of being arbitrary.

That’s when her voice drops into a sexy rasp. “Hmm. How... intriguing.”

“What?” My voice drops to match her tone.

“I feel like a Bond girl. Tell me, Mitch, do I need to worry about you having a lover in every port like the illustrious James did?”

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