Page 48 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
He wears a tailored charcoal-gray suit, impeccably fitted to his lean frame, the jacket subtly revealing the hint of a shoulder holster beneath. The elegant black tie, which pays homage to the classic elegance of espionage, breaks up the immaculate white shirt underneath the suit jacket.
The way Rigby dresses reflects his ability to transition between the worlds of secret operations and high-stakes diplomacy with ease.
His footwear, polished leather shoes, speak of a man who navigates both boardrooms and shadowy alleys with equal ease. The ensemble is completed by a classic trench coat that drapes over his shoulders. The coat, with its strategic cut and deep pockets, helps hide whatever weapons and shy gadgets he may have.
As Rigby leans against a table, the subtle play of shadows accentuates the sharp lines of his outfit, adding a layer of mystery to his persona. In the dim light, the details of his attire become part of the enigma that is Rigby—a seasoned spy whose clothing choices are as calculated as his every move in the intricate dance of espionage.
"Holden," Rigby greets with a nod. The room seems to tighten with the unspoken tension between us.
I acknowledge Rigby with a curt nod. He takes a moment to survey the room, his eyes lingering on the secure vault and furniture.
As the tension subsides, Rigby sits, his posture betraying a casual ease that belies the gravity of the situation.
“Can I?” he says, raising his box of cigar.
“Of course,” I wave at him.
"Heard some chatter, mate," He says, his gaze meeting mine with a sense of urgency as he strikes his lighter. "Word on the street is, some blokes are asking around, trying to find the spy who put Vladimir away. Thought you should know.”
The revelation hangs in the air, the city outside seemingly holding its breath. The mention of Vladimir resurfaces like a ghost from the shadows, a specter of a mission that refuses to be buried.
“And?” I ask, trying to look unfazed.
“Just want you to be careful, mate.”
“Oh for the love of God, can you stop that?”
“What? I’m supposed to be some bloke from Liverpool on my next assignment. I need to get into character,” he laughs.
“I believe this is not your first time.”
“No, it isn’t. I know how frustrated you get when I turn British,” he laughs as a cloud of smoke escapes his mouth.
“Well, I really appreciate you coming all the way here. How are things at the agency?”
“Boring,” he rolls his eyes. “I’m bored out of my fucking mind. Was it this boring for you when you were the number one spy?”
“Well, I had a very tough competitor,” I reply, trying to hide my grin.
“It was an honor working with you, old man. Now I’ve got to get back. Need to show my girls a bit of loving before my flight.”
“Alright then, Rigby. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” he says as he walks out the door.
I palm my face before I call Eli. I had to know who was looking for me and why. This is way different than normal, I have a family now. I glance at the time and decide to change my mind and put the phone down. I’ll call him later.
With a groan, I get up from my desk. A pit opens in the bottom of my stomach.
I told Hannah I would be home three hours ago so she could get some work done.
As I scramble to grab my things, I start thinking about the apology that I’m going to owe her. I know that it’s going to be a big one. We’ve only been living together for a week, and I’m already letting her down.
Work isn’t going to be a priority over my family, but right now I’m doing a poor job at showing that to her. I know that it’s something she worries about. I don’t want her to. I want her to know that she and Kerri are the most important people in my life.
But instead, I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t do.
I lock up my paperwork in the filing cabinets beneath the windows before rushing out of the office and to my car.
