Page 42 of Covert Mission

I cross my arms, and she looks back at me as she huffs. “I was just around the corner. I can see Belle, and she can hear me. I’m fine.”

She wiggles her hands in the air. “See? Nothing wrong.”

Little smartass.

I clench my teeth. After I count to three, I say, “Don’t be a pain.”

She snorts. And proceeds to stalk past me, making sure not to touch me. “I have a feeling anything I do would qualify as a pain in your rear, according to your standards. Now, I’m going back to doing my job.”

“Fishing in Alaska.”

Screech.

That gets her.

Oh yeah, I had a feeling it would.

When she pivots, it makes me think of one of those wooden nut crackers. Her jaw is opening and closing, and her shoulders have assumed residence around her ears.

When her mouth stops working, she presses her lips in a viciously tight line.

Pity.

I’ve seen her pretty lips in all kinds of shapes. Shocked. Scowling. Even snarling. I like them all, but this shape is my least favorite.

“Camile, do you like to fish?”

If she could murder me with her eyes right now, I’d be done. Her reply is biting. “I don’t like for everyone to know where I’m traveling.”

Interesting.

We stay locked with our gazes clashing for a minute.

It’s not the first time I wondered if those were secrets behind those hazel eyes. But now I know.

She didn’t lie outright. But she’s artfully dodging.

Why this causes a zing of adrenaline inside of me is a fucking mystery. I hate lying.

“You don’t like for your boss to know where you are?”

She glances away. Tension scores her face. “That’s a stupid question. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Why not, Poppy? Did I hit a sore spot?”

There’s a tiny kitten growl in her throat. It makes me grin.

I look at her, enjoying the view for about five seconds before I reconsider the pleasure. My mood flashes colder than the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Maybe she was making a personal call.

To a fucking guy.

I seethe over that for a few seconds but keep my mouth zipped. When did I turn into a giant, jealous asshole?

She’s not even mine to be acting like an idiot over.

Fuck.

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