Page 9 of My Super Sexy Spy
“Why the hell do I need to be under surveillance?”
“We’re wondering if you’ve had any contact from your father recently.”
I snorted with humor. Because of his continued use of the pronounwe.Like he somehow represented more than just himself. And because of his mention of my father.
“Is this a joke?” I looked around the Starbucks like there were hidden cameras somewhere. “Am I being pranked?”
“This is no joke. This is a matter of national security.”
No. Fucking. Way. Then I tipped my head back and laughed outright. “Dude…”
“Agent Davies,” he supplied. I hadn’t looked at his ID all that close as the badge had distracted me.
“Agent Davies, I don’t have a father.”
His lips smirked. “I don’t want to have to explain the birds and the bees to you, Miss Ryan, but suffice to say we all have a father.”
I rolled my eyes. “Right, what I meant was I don’t know who mine is. Other than he was some old professor type who liked apple pie and liked to bang my mom who worked as a waitress at a diner that made really good apple pie.”
“You’ve never had contact with him?”
“No. I don’t even know his name. She never told me much about him. He was Italian, which is where I got my dark hair and that’s about it. He wasn’t in our lives.”
The agent frowned. “And no one has approached you recently? Any one you’re not familiar with in your day-to-day life?”
I folded my arms over my chest and gave him my best are-you-kidding-me-right-now look.
“Apart from me,” he clarified.
“Nope. I work from home and I have a pretty tight circle of people.” More like non-existent, but I was pleased to see I could still lie to the fuzz without stumbling. “No one has approached me other than you.”
I thought of the editor, Andrea. That had happened in the past few weeks, but New York editors had been reaching out to me for the past year regarding a book deal. Andrea just happened to be the editor who convinced me. Right person, right offer, right time in my life.
Then there was Leigh. That was also pretty new, but considering she was on the other side of the country in New Mexico, it was unlikely she was involved in whateverthiswas.
“I couldn’t help but notice you were leaving a travel agency earlier today.”
I lifted my shoulder. “I’m a travel blogger. I’m booking my next trip for what’s going to be a book deal. Is there a problem with that?”
I said it like it was the most normal thing in the world for me to be taking off to Europe. Like I hadn’t just paid a hundred and fifty bucks for an expedited passport.
He sighed. “No. No problem. Thank you for your time, Miss Ryan.”
“That’s it? You’re not going to tell me what this is all about?”
“Sorry, anything you don’t know is…classified.”
“There’s a reason why they call you guys spooks, you know that?” I said as I gathered my bag and took my coffee. Why not, right? Free coffee.
“Actually, that’s the CIA. We’re the G-men.”
“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I can expect you’re done following me?”
He nodded once.
I left the coffee shop and spent some time wandering the streets of Philadelphia just to prove that it was true. My shadow was gone, and so was that creepy feeling that had been following me around for weeks.
How totally insane was that? A father I never knew was in trouble with the FBI over some national security issue. No surprise the guy was a bad dude. He’d fucked my mom without a condom at some point, and never thought to ask her if there were any consequences.
