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Besides, given the minute or two she’d be gone, hemightbe able to get his prick back under control so he could use it for its most basic of functions.

Then,Cobble grinned,the randy fellow would be primed for another round of what it loved to do best.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

As she knew it would, Andy’s bonus free day with Cobble flew by.

They’d played in bed for a while, eaten a hearty breakfast, gone for a long walk on the shore, then headed back to bed for more fun. After additional acrobatics that had left them both sated and happy, they’d fed each other cheese and crackers, laughing at the crumby mess they made of the sheets.

Sadly, the sun was setting all too soon, and while changing the bed so they could actually use it for sleeping, they began to discuss exactly what would happen the following morning.

“When we get to the office, Wiley will meet us there,” Andy told Cobble. “Baskins will be present along with Georgio and Fleischerman as we discuss plans in ‘secret’ between all of us. We want to give the turncoat or turncoats a sense of security; that they won’t be swarmed by agents if they take action once we’re back at the bungalow.”

Yes.Baskins had said the shore-side property could remain their safe-house, at least for the time being.

Cobble grumbled. “It would make life a lot easier knowing if it’s one or both of them who are complicit.”

“I agree, but it won’t change our strategy. We’ll follow through with our part of the set-up, and hope they execute their big move ASAP. If they don’t, it’s going to be a long few days of keeping tabs on them so they don’t kill us in our sleep.”

Yeah, like she’d let that happen.

“I may want to killthem, having to share a bathroom,” Cobble kidded, to lighten the mood, but his mind was firmly on what would be happening later.

Baskins hoped they’d be making it so easy for the traitor or traitors to think they had the upper hand, that they’d be stupid if they put off an assassination attempt, even for a day.

Andy yawned. “I’m tired, but I’m not sure I can sleep tonight,” she admitted.

“Come here,” Cobble said, pulling her in for an all-encompassing hug. “You need your sleep to stay sharp. So how about I give you a back rub and you can relax, then we’ll attempt to get some shut-eye.”

“You can do that?”

He grinned. “Did I neglect to mention that I took massage classes?”

Andy snickered.Of course he had.

“Sounds good to me.”

She pulled off her T-shirt—which was all she had on other than a pair of panties—and flopped face down on the bed.

Cobble’s magic fingers went to work, finding each and every knot in her shoulders, neck, and back, working the tension away. She’d initially thought to turn their session into more sex, but by the time Cobble was finished, Andy felt so limp, she didn’t think she could move.

“Sorry… Sleepy…” she slurred.

Her eyes grew heavy, her lids drooped. She tried valiantly to rally, but it was a losing proposition.

She was vaguely aware when Cobble pulled the covers up and slipped into bed beside her. She sighed when he gently turned her on her side to spoon with him.

“I love you,” she mumbled, barely able to make her mouth work.

“I love you, too,” he returned. “Now sleep.”

Andy didn’t remember another thing until her alarm rang in the wee hours, waking her from a dead slumber.

She reached for and turned off the offending device, taking time to stretch her limbs one-by-one before turning to face Cobble; whose eyes were wide open.

“Did you sleep at all?” she asked gruffly.

“A little,” he told her with a quirk up of his top lip. “But even when I wasn’t, it was still a great night, being able to hold you as you caught up on your beauty rest.”

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