Page 48 of The Spy Who Ghosted Me

Cash offered me a shiver-inducing smile that made me want to kiss his face. Dang spy.

“Um ... I actually need to borrow Cash, if that’s all right,” I said breathily, feeling the heat of Cash’s gaze.

Pops patted his shirt pocket. “Don’t have any cash on me.”

We all laughed at his terrible dad joke before Daddy said, “Sure. Sure. Take him. He does good work.”

I bet he did.

“You two come by and visit us,” Pops said.

“We will,” I promised, like we were really a couple.

Cash shook Pops’s hand. “It was nice to meet you, sir.”

“You as well. Take care of my girl.”

“I’ll do my best,” Cash responded.

I took Cash’s hand. “We need to hurry, honey,” I sang.

Cash’s brow knitted together, a question in his eye.

“You best be going then,” Pops said. “Never make a lady wait.”

I waved to Pops and Daddy while pulling Cash along. “See you later.” They probably thought we were about to do something torrid. Nope, just something sketchy.

As soon as we were out into the overcast day, Cash asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s just that no one is at the house, and I thought we could, you know.”

Cash’s eyes got wide with excitement.

“Uh, not that, lover boy. Did you forget about the D-I-A-M-O-N-D-S,” I spelled out.

Cash cleared his throat. “Of course not, but my handler would have told me if Izan was on the move.”

“Well, according to Lexi, he’s not there.”

“Damn it, where is he?”

I shrugged. “Adventuring or something.”

Cash pulled out his phone. “Don’t say anything,” he instructed me while angrily punching a button on his phone.

I pressed my lips together, wondering if he was calling his handler. I couldn’t believe there really was such a person.

“Ivy, where is Izan?” Cash seethed into the phone.

I don’t know why, but I’d assumed his handler was a man.

“Are you sure?”

Insert a long pause where I assumed Ivy was getting on his nerves for how contorted his face was.

“Don’t worry about where I was,” Cash snapped.

Another pause.

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