froze. “I can’t do this.”
He kissed my neck, nodding. “Yes, you can.”
“I actually can’t.” I winced and pushed him off me. He sighed, clearly more invested than I was. A slow and possibly mocking smile crept across my lips. “I have to have breakfast and coffee and water and perform my ablutions before I can do anything, in the morning.”
He wrinkled his nose. “What?”
“I have to have a—well, I won’t go to the bathroom if I orgasm in the morning.”
“I don't under—” Disgust crept across his face. “Oh.” He leaned back, obviously uncomfortable with the fact that I was a real girl—woman—human. “So, rain check?” He still looked put off.
“Sure.” I nodded, annoyed at the fact that he was bothered. I reached over and grabbed my cell phone and climbed from the bed. I needed coffee before I could even attempt to fix the disaster I was in the middle of creating. First the complete disaster of “I like you” in the yard and now this.
Ugh . . .
I hurried to my closet, hating that his eyes were on my bare ass. Why had I gone to bed naked?
When I got downstairs Fitz offered me a coffee and a grin. He knew something.
“Morning.” I snapped my eyes shut and moaned, stretching and taking the coffee, refusing to notice his amused face.
“Have a good sleep, Evie?”
I slowly blinked as a response, but he was too old to know it meant anything.
“Me either. Too warm in my room last night.” He shrugged. “Must be something in the air—spring and humidity maybe.” He winked and strolled to the table.
I sat across from him as Jules came in looking flustered. “I can’t find my lunch kit.”
“It’s on the clothesline outside. I washed it last night.” Fitz made a face. “There was spilled yogurt.”
“You washed my lunch box?” Jules scowled, looking like she might get upset. “That's weird, Uncle Fitz.” She walked past us both to retrieve it from the backyard.
“Yeah.” I sniggered.
“That child is Pigpen from Charlie Brown.” He rolled his eyes. “You know she doesn't plan to change her hockey socks when she’s older. Like athlete’s foot is some kind of luck.”
“I know.” I laughed as my phone rang. We both stopped and stared at it, wondering why it would ring in the house where all of the people who knew the number were. I didn't move fast enough so Fitz reached over and answered it for me, “Hello?” His eyes widened as he listened for a moment before pressing the screen and putting it on speakerphone as the voice stopped talking. I opened my mouth to speak but he lifted a finger.
“Dear Miss Scarlett, I am sorry to tell you the ship has not come in and the package you were seeking has been lost in Bribie. Mr. Butler wishes you to seek it Oxford style before the expiration of Boston.” The robotic man’s voice paused and repeated on a loop.
Fitz listened one more time and swallowed hard. “This is from Servario. There is someone named Bribie in Oxford he wants us to find.” He chuckled and gave me a look. “I mean he wants you to find.”
I bit my lip, not sure of the message or why we would go to Oxford. Bribie, Boston, and Oxford could all be something. “Bribie is a place, is it not?”
Fitz, obviously still deep in thought, gave me a quick nod. “Australia. An island. Very lovely.”
“Boston, an island in Australia, and Oxford—what do they have in common?”
“You have to read the code properly. Bribie, the obvious location is a false lead. He would never say the name of the place. In Bribie means there is a person with this name. Someone the Burrow will want. Perhaps an Australian from Bribie in Oxford. The location is Oxford. We know it’s a weapon as it could take out Boston. It could ruin a city. But Bribie is either the person making the weapon or where the person is from.”
“Great.” I sighed. “Why isn’t Servario going after this one? He brings the assets in and we kill the list and prevent anyone from
He kissed my neck, nodding. “Yes, you can.”
“I actually can’t.” I winced and pushed him off me. He sighed, clearly more invested than I was. A slow and possibly mocking smile crept across my lips. “I have to have breakfast and coffee and water and perform my ablutions before I can do anything, in the morning.”
He wrinkled his nose. “What?”
“I have to have a—well, I won’t go to the bathroom if I orgasm in the morning.”
“I don't under—” Disgust crept across his face. “Oh.” He leaned back, obviously uncomfortable with the fact that I was a real girl—woman—human. “So, rain check?” He still looked put off.
“Sure.” I nodded, annoyed at the fact that he was bothered. I reached over and grabbed my cell phone and climbed from the bed. I needed coffee before I could even attempt to fix the disaster I was in the middle of creating. First the complete disaster of “I like you” in the yard and now this.
Ugh . . .
I hurried to my closet, hating that his eyes were on my bare ass. Why had I gone to bed naked?
When I got downstairs Fitz offered me a coffee and a grin. He knew something.
“Morning.” I snapped my eyes shut and moaned, stretching and taking the coffee, refusing to notice his amused face.
“Have a good sleep, Evie?”
I slowly blinked as a response, but he was too old to know it meant anything.
“Me either. Too warm in my room last night.” He shrugged. “Must be something in the air—spring and humidity maybe.” He winked and strolled to the table.
I sat across from him as Jules came in looking flustered. “I can’t find my lunch kit.”
“It’s on the clothesline outside. I washed it last night.” Fitz made a face. “There was spilled yogurt.”
“You washed my lunch box?” Jules scowled, looking like she might get upset. “That's weird, Uncle Fitz.” She walked past us both to retrieve it from the backyard.
“Yeah.” I sniggered.
“That child is Pigpen from Charlie Brown.” He rolled his eyes. “You know she doesn't plan to change her hockey socks when she’s older. Like athlete’s foot is some kind of luck.”
“I know.” I laughed as my phone rang. We both stopped and stared at it, wondering why it would ring in the house where all of the people who knew the number were. I didn't move fast enough so Fitz reached over and answered it for me, “Hello?” His eyes widened as he listened for a moment before pressing the screen and putting it on speakerphone as the voice stopped talking. I opened my mouth to speak but he lifted a finger.
“Dear Miss Scarlett, I am sorry to tell you the ship has not come in and the package you were seeking has been lost in Bribie. Mr. Butler wishes you to seek it Oxford style before the expiration of Boston.” The robotic man’s voice paused and repeated on a loop.
Fitz listened one more time and swallowed hard. “This is from Servario. There is someone named Bribie in Oxford he wants us to find.” He chuckled and gave me a look. “I mean he wants you to find.”
I bit my lip, not sure of the message or why we would go to Oxford. Bribie, Boston, and Oxford could all be something. “Bribie is a place, is it not?”
Fitz, obviously still deep in thought, gave me a quick nod. “Australia. An island. Very lovely.”
“Boston, an island in Australia, and Oxford—what do they have in common?”
“You have to read the code properly. Bribie, the obvious location is a false lead. He would never say the name of the place. In Bribie means there is a person with this name. Someone the Burrow will want. Perhaps an Australian from Bribie in Oxford. The location is Oxford. We know it’s a weapon as it could take out Boston. It could ruin a city. But Bribie is either the person making the weapon or where the person is from.”
“Great.” I sighed. “Why isn’t Servario going after this one? He brings the assets in and we kill the list and prevent anyone from
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