Page 70 of Nanny for the Mercenaries

Jordy glanced back and forth. “I don’t get it.”

“A body,” I said. “Just not Archer’s.”

Jordy’s eyes widened. “We’re going to kill someone?”

“What? Of course not,” Archer shot back. “Christ, mate. Trish has you as daft as a dormouse these days. I purchased a body at the Baku morgue. No questions asked. The body will be stored in the rear cargo compartment of the helicopter during the flight.”

“How was I supposed to infer that without any context?” Jordy argued.

“Infer. Big word,” I said.

Jordy flicked me off, then turned back to Archer. “You said we don’t know what day Kadyrovic is expected to book the tour of the city.”

Archer nodded. “Correct.”

“What happens when he shows up?” Jordy asked. “We make him sit in the waiting room while we cart a two hundred pound dead guy out onto the helipad? Won’t that seem a little suspicious?”

“You’re exactly right. Thatwouldbe suspicious. Which is why the dead body will be on the helicopter for every tour we perform, beginning tomorrow. And to answer yournextquestion, it will be contained in a bag of dry ice to keep it… fresh.”

Jordy shivered. “I hate bodies.”

“That’s very sad for you,” Archer said. “Because it will be your responsibility to care for the dummy body both before and after the mission.”

Jordy’s jaw dropped. “What.”

I let out a cackle. “Weekend at Jordy’s.”

He flicked me off again. “Why do I get corpse duty? Why can’t you do it?”

“Because I’m flying the helicopter and giving the tours,” Archer replied. “I’m doing all therealwork.”

“DRAGGING A DEAD BODY AROUND SOUNDS LIKE REAL WORK TO ME,” Jordy shouted.

The door to one of the bedrooms opened and Trish stuck her head out. “You guys mind keeping your voice down? Unless you want to explain to your eight-year-old daughter why you’re talking aboutdead bodies.”

“Sorry,” Jordy said, flashing her a thumbs-up. She rolled her eyes, glanced at me, and then closed the door again.

What was that expression she gave me?I wondered.She hasn’t looked at me like that since she started nannying for Kaylee.

Something stirred inside me. I frowned. Trish wasn’t hard on the eyes. All right, that was putting it mildly. She was fuckinghot. And after spending the last three weeks thinking about all the sexy fun she’d been having with Jordy—and then Archer—I found myself imagining just how good she was.

She’s Kaylee’s nanny, I reminded myself.Unlike the two of them, I don’t like to shit where I eat.

“Dead bodies, chopper crashes, yada yada,” I said to distract myself from the semi that was growing in my pants. “There’s one thing you haven’t told me, and that wasn’t listed on the briefing. What’s my role in all this?”

“You can deal with the corpse,” Jordy said.

“Your job,” Archer said, “is to keep an eye on Kadyrovic once he arrives in the city. Tail him. Warn us if he’s heading to the airfield, so we’ll at least have some sort of advanced notice. And when everything is done and he’s a smoldering heap of Russian flesh, you’ll assist in my evacuation. I’ve taken the liberty to rent an all-terrain vehicle to facilitate such an act.”

“Score,” I said. “What do I do before Kadyrovic arrives in Baku?”

“Anything you want,” he replied.

I blinked. “So I’m just sitting on my ass until then?”

“I’ll trade with you,” Jordy piped up.

It was my turn to flick him off.

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