That’s putting it mildly.” Agent Lenehan took another sip of coffee. “At one point, Stowe and I thought we might have to come in and rescue you.”
I knew Erin was joking, so I thought, What the hell ? We were having fun; I decided to just go with it.
“You sure would have gotten an eyeful if you’d done that,” I muttered.
Erin replied, “I don’t doubt it. Adam can certainly be intense. I mean, he’s pretty intense when it comes to work. And from what I heard last night, he’s obviously that way in other areas of his life as well.”
Again, though I knew it was silly, a tiny pang of jealousy reverberated through me. It was clear Erin knew Adam well enough to have had opportunities to observe my man’s intensity.
Oh well. I was just glad the agent who worked so closely with Adam was now with Stowe.
And that made me curious…
“So-o-o.” I rested my chin on my hand and eyed Erin. It was her turn to give up the goods. “Now that we all know how competitive those two are, I’m guessing maybe Adam might have…I don’t know…possibly inspired Stowe last night.”
Helena shot me a wide-eyed, raised brow look that screamed, I can’t believe you just asked that.
But I had, and now it was Erin’s turn to blush.
The usually cool and collected agent played nervously with a strand of her strawberry blond hair. “Uh, actually…”
“Yes?” I wasn’t letting this woman off the hook. She was obviously close with Adam, so she may as well get close to me too.
Or so I reasoned. But, truth be told, I was also insanely curious.
Erin took another sip of coffee, while Helena and I waited. Hell, Helena seemed to be just as curious as I was now that her initial surprise at my brazenness had subsided.
“Okay, okay.” Erin set down her cup and smiled.
In satisfaction, it seemed to me. I imagined her reviewing in her mind what she and Stowe had ended up doing last night.
I tapped my cup in anticipation, and at last, Erin lowered her voice and said, “Actually, I think Stowe was inspired by Adam. I have to say, Maddy, he did things to me last night that I didn’t think he had in him.”
My mouth gaped. I was shocked. Didn’t think he had it in him? Stowe was hot, he was dangerous, and he’d been a criminal up until just a couple of months ago. And Erin herself could be rather dangerous. So what could Stowe possibly have done that was so surprising to Miss Secret Agent?
I was dying to ask, insanely curious as always, but I didn’t have the nerve to keep prying.
Helena did, though. “Ooh, so what’d he do?” she asked without hesitation. “Stowe is so big and buff and manly, so I can only imagine.”
Erin hesitated, then took a breath. She opened her mouth but stopped.
I was sure we’d never find out, but finally she began, “Okay, so you both know Stowe and I carry handcuffs, right?”
Helena and I nodded in unison. There was a dishrag on the table, and Helena snatched it up and started twisting it in her hands. My friend was as rapt with attention as I.
“Well, I also have a set that can be secured around the ankles.”
I was speechless, but Helena asked what I was secretly thinking. “Who handcuffed whom?”
“Stowe handcuffed me. Uh, face down on the bed,” Erin whispered. “And then he—”
“Hey, babe,” Nate said to Helena as he walked in and unknowingly interrupted Erin’s salacious story. “Where’s that coffee? We’ve been waiting forever.”
“Damn it, Nate.” Helena threw the dishrag at him.
He caught it easily. Nate apparently knew his wife quite well, for as he walked to the counter where the coffeepot sat, he said, “Aah, I’m interrupting some kind of little tawdry sex discussion, aren’t I? No wonder you forgot to bring in the coffee.”
Little tawdry sex discussion? Ha, if Nate only knew. We ladies could outtalk the men when it came to sex.
Helena’s husband poured three cups of java—for himself, Stowe, and Adam—then left, smiling and shaking
I knew Erin was joking, so I thought, What the hell ? We were having fun; I decided to just go with it.
“You sure would have gotten an eyeful if you’d done that,” I muttered.
Erin replied, “I don’t doubt it. Adam can certainly be intense. I mean, he’s pretty intense when it comes to work. And from what I heard last night, he’s obviously that way in other areas of his life as well.”
Again, though I knew it was silly, a tiny pang of jealousy reverberated through me. It was clear Erin knew Adam well enough to have had opportunities to observe my man’s intensity.
Oh well. I was just glad the agent who worked so closely with Adam was now with Stowe.
And that made me curious…
“So-o-o.” I rested my chin on my hand and eyed Erin. It was her turn to give up the goods. “Now that we all know how competitive those two are, I’m guessing maybe Adam might have…I don’t know…possibly inspired Stowe last night.”
Helena shot me a wide-eyed, raised brow look that screamed, I can’t believe you just asked that.
But I had, and now it was Erin’s turn to blush.
The usually cool and collected agent played nervously with a strand of her strawberry blond hair. “Uh, actually…”
“Yes?” I wasn’t letting this woman off the hook. She was obviously close with Adam, so she may as well get close to me too.
Or so I reasoned. But, truth be told, I was also insanely curious.
Erin took another sip of coffee, while Helena and I waited. Hell, Helena seemed to be just as curious as I was now that her initial surprise at my brazenness had subsided.
“Okay, okay.” Erin set down her cup and smiled.
In satisfaction, it seemed to me. I imagined her reviewing in her mind what she and Stowe had ended up doing last night.
I tapped my cup in anticipation, and at last, Erin lowered her voice and said, “Actually, I think Stowe was inspired by Adam. I have to say, Maddy, he did things to me last night that I didn’t think he had in him.”
My mouth gaped. I was shocked. Didn’t think he had it in him? Stowe was hot, he was dangerous, and he’d been a criminal up until just a couple of months ago. And Erin herself could be rather dangerous. So what could Stowe possibly have done that was so surprising to Miss Secret Agent?
I was dying to ask, insanely curious as always, but I didn’t have the nerve to keep prying.
Helena did, though. “Ooh, so what’d he do?” she asked without hesitation. “Stowe is so big and buff and manly, so I can only imagine.”
Erin hesitated, then took a breath. She opened her mouth but stopped.
I was sure we’d never find out, but finally she began, “Okay, so you both know Stowe and I carry handcuffs, right?”
Helena and I nodded in unison. There was a dishrag on the table, and Helena snatched it up and started twisting it in her hands. My friend was as rapt with attention as I.
“Well, I also have a set that can be secured around the ankles.”
I was speechless, but Helena asked what I was secretly thinking. “Who handcuffed whom?”
“Stowe handcuffed me. Uh, face down on the bed,” Erin whispered. “And then he—”
“Hey, babe,” Nate said to Helena as he walked in and unknowingly interrupted Erin’s salacious story. “Where’s that coffee? We’ve been waiting forever.”
“Damn it, Nate.” Helena threw the dishrag at him.
He caught it easily. Nate apparently knew his wife quite well, for as he walked to the counter where the coffeepot sat, he said, “Aah, I’m interrupting some kind of little tawdry sex discussion, aren’t I? No wonder you forgot to bring in the coffee.”
Little tawdry sex discussion? Ha, if Nate only knew. We ladies could outtalk the men when it came to sex.
Helena’s husband poured three cups of java—for himself, Stowe, and Adam—then left, smiling and shaking
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