Page 56 of The Handler
I should be thanking him, but it doesn’t matter. Families don’t keep score. And besides, they saved my life, so the score would always be in their favor anyway.
“Hey, Stone.” The man he called sounds friendly. “What’s up?”
“Where are we with the property?”
“I put in your offer as soon as you told me. The seller is out of town, but they have to respond by five tonight. I’ll call as soon as I hear anything.”
Stone finishes his call and locks his gaze on me. “What else do you need done here to be ready to rent rooms?”
“Nothing. Everything has been painted. The new linens are ready to go. I just have to remove the block on the rooms.” I lick the last of the lemon scone crumbs from my fingers.
“Make sure. Because once we close on that building, it will be all hands on deck. Even yours, G-man.”
“Former G-man. Now I’m just Amy’s man.” Tyler stands up. “And as soon as she finishes with whatever needs to happen to open up the reservations, I’m taking her back to bed.” He tugs me up from the chair. “I missed my morning sex.” He slaps my ass, the sting going right through my jeans, and I jump.
Alex’s and Stone’s laughter, along with Tyler’s, follows me into my office and I love it.
“Hurry, I need you back in bed.” Tyler isn’t quite pulling off the dominant tone he’s capable of.
I roll my eyes at my husband.
“Oh, naughty girl. You’ll regret that.”
I won’t. Not. At. All.
EPILOGUE
Tyler
I foldthe newspaper and leave it face up on the dining table where everyone in the house can see the headline:Killer Gets Life. It’s been months, but the authorities moved incredibly fast to finalize Enzo Junior’s conviction. I have a feeling his “family” assisted with expediting the process. I’m just glad Amy didn’t have to testify. I pick up my dishes and take them to the kitchen.
Has she seen the paper? We have a guest coming today. I can’t let her be rattled over the reminder of what happened last fall. She’s in her tiny office, head down, muttering about whatever she’s working on. Her fingers fly over the numeric keypad. This will be fun. I move to her side, then place one hand on her chairback and the other on the desk. “Mrs. Davis. What do you think you’re doing?”
She lifts her gaze to mine. Her wide doe eyes are exactly the reaction I shot for with my pissed-off agent voice.
“Under the terms of your protection agreement, are you allowed to do anything with numbers?” I lean closer.
“What are you talking about?” Her forehead wrinkles, and I have to hold back a grin. She hasn’t figured out my game yet.
“Are you or are you not doing accounting work?” I fight to keep the teasing out of my tone as she goes from startled to angry.
“I’m doing the taxes for the partnership. They’re due in a week.” The scowl on her face is priceless.
I turn her chair and place my hands on the armrests, giving her my best hardass glower. “Under the terms of your protection agreement, you’re being a verynaughtygirl.”
She shivers. The creases in her forehead relax. “Am I,AgentDavis?”
“As your handler, it’s my job to remind you of what you’re allowed to do.” I match her sultry tone. “You can’t do any accounting.”
She squirms in her chair, and my dick twitches. “I’ll do accounting if I want to.”
I lift her to stand. “I’m here to protect you. Make sure youobeythe rules.”
Her hands go to her hips. “What are you going to do about it,AgentDavis?”
I grin. There’s my sassy sub. I bend at the knees and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals, gripping my waistband. I smack her ass as we leave the office. Alex nods to me as we pass by the dining table on the way to the stairs. I meet Stone on the landing.
“Help,” Amy cries to him.
