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So Jonathon was bugginâ over the bugs, Caylin thought with a sinking heart as she headed back to the embassy. She skulked into the utility room and jumped about a mile in shock. Fiona sat in wait for her, an evil look on her face. âDo you know anything about these silly devices found in the Nicholsonsâ offices and suites?â she demanded.
âWhat . . . devices?â Caylin asked innocently.
âThe ones found in the Nicholsonsâ offices and suites,âFiona repeated slowly, as if she were speaking to a kindergartner. âSurveillance stuff. Spy gear. Bugs , I think theyâre called?â
âI have no clue what youâre talking about,â Caylin said with an edge of offense. âYou know, Jonathon went off on me this morning, and I was wondering what his blimey problem was.â
âThatâs it,â Fiona said, cracking a smile. âI got the riot act myself, so donât feel bad. The suites are now off-limits to the cleaning staff, as are the Nicholsonsâ offices. Less bally work for us, right? And I hear they think some translator did it, anyway, so thereâs really no need to worry. But I had to ask.â
Caylin nodded understandingly, trying her hardest not to look upset. A translator? she asked herself. That could only be one person . . . Jo!
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Jo sipped her carrot juice and drank in the afternoon sunshine, a precious rarity. Pentlandâs, an outdoor café near the hotel, was the perfect place for a lunchtime getaway. The commissaryâs Wednesday meal du jour, bangers andmash, was hardly anything to write home about, and she really needed the private time. She wasnât used to being around people 24/7, being an only child and all. When her aunt and uncle had adopted her, they had given her the space and solitude she had grown accustomed to. Two things she hadnât had much of since coming to London, that was for sure.
âMay I join you?â a familiar voice asked, breaking into her thoughts. Her skin tingled as she looked up from her journal to see Antonio, a charming smile playing on his lips.
âOkay,â she said, figuring she could easily sacrifice her private moment for a flirt sesh. As long as she didnât let it get too intense. âHowâs it going?â
âPretty good,â he replied, taking a sip from his steaming cappuccino. âWorkâs been a killer, right?â
âThatâs for sure,â she agreed, though work was the least of her problems.
âIâd give anything to jump in my Porsche right now and take a few spins around a racetrack,â he said with a sigh.
âYou race?â she asked in amazement.
âOh yeah, I love it,â he said. âYou too?â
âThatâs an understatement. I live for it!â She leaned back in her chair and twirled the straw in her drink. âBut how did a working man like you score a Porsche? Iâm dying to know.â
âMy uncle left it to me in his will. He died last year.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Were you close?â
âYesâhe taught me everything I know about racing.â His face pinched up for a moment. âI could sell itâI sure need the money. But driving in it reminds me of him. I wouldnât sell that for the world.â
I know what you mean, Jo thought, her heart going out to him.
âEnough about me,â Antonio began, understandably anxious to change the subject. âIâve been meaning to ask youâhowâd you learn to speak Arabic?â
âHuh?â she asked, taken aback. âWh-why do you want to know thatâ ?â
âI overheard you telling Jonathon you spoke Arabic, and I donât remember Sandra saying you did. So I was just wondering how you picked it up.â
She crossed her fingers under the table and took a deep breath. âWell, um, my father had this oil baron
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