"Fine." He sighed heavily into the phone. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
"Wait…" I held up my hand even though he couldn't see me. "…I need men. You don't have to make it personal."
"You made it freaking personal the minute you signed on with a government agency, cousin. Therefore, as your boss, I'm going to drive my ass over to your house with enough men to cover, and I'll wait until we see the taillights from the bastard's car. Got it?"
"Yeah." I wanted to add in a thank you but figured it would only get me cussed out, and, considering I was already at my limit for emotional stress for the day, I kept my mouth shut.
The phone went dead.
What the hell was with people hanging up on me lately?
"Shit," I muttered and smashed the phone against the ground. It spread into three pieces. Knees cracked as I bent down to retrieve the battery and sim card. It had been a cheap phone. Most agency phones were, because — newsflash — they aren't as easy to hack as an iPhone or any other phone that was basically like a computer.
Listening devices, my ass.
They couldn't do shit with crap track phones.
To be safe, I separated the pieces then put them in my burn pile just in case.
My life, or the life I'd led for so many years, was over. There had to be some poetic justice in that. I was married, and now I was turning over a new leaf, one that included taking care of a Russian lunatic.
As if on cue, I heard Andi singing "Barbie Girl" at the top of her lungs. Damn, I already missed the agency.
Slowly, I made my way out of the room and down into the kitchen.
Andi was wearing the outfit I'd thrown at her. In my haste, I hadn't really paid attention to the clothes I'd chosen.
I really should have paid attention.
The white T-shirt rose just above her hips.
The jeans had holes right below her ass and on her thighs.
And the combat boots just made her look — shit. They made her look bad ass and completely screwable.
"Sunshine of my life," Andi said in a singsong voice. "What's the plan for today?"
"The plan?" I grabbed some OJ from the fridge. "I'm sorry, were you under the impression I was your cruise director? I don't make a daily itinerary for you, Andi. You're an adult. Pretty sure you don't need me to write shit down."
She put her hands on her hips.
I ignored the jolt of electricity that went through my body while I blatantly stared at her trim waist and curvy body.
"What? No honeymoon trip?" Her lower lip folded down into a pout. "And here I was so excited about wearing a bathing suit."
"Here's a thought." I put the OJ back and slammed the fridge door. "How about I turn on a sprinkler outside, and you can run through it?"
She smirked. "But it's cold outside. What's the fun in that?"
"I'll put a heater next to the sprinkler. Think of it this way. You can run back and forth until your hearts content. Isn't that what dogs do anyway? Until they tucker themselves out and take a lazy afternoon nap?"
"I don't know. You're the bitch here. You tell me." She said it in such a sweet little voice I nearly choked on my tongue. Nothing sweet about the words coming out of that mouth.
"Good one." I rolled my eyes.
"Husband." She skipped up to me then steadied herself by putting her hands on my shoulders. "Whoa, sorry, kinda dizzy."
I jerked back. Not because I wanted her to fall on her ass, but because it made me feel like a complete asshole that she couldn't even skip without getting dizzy, and I hated that she made me feel worse than I already did on a daily basis.
"Woo!" She took a deep breath. "Okay, so this is what I think."
"Wow, I don't recall asking for any of those deep thoughts about shoes and lipstick."
Andi got a starry look in her eyes. "I do love shoes. And before you start being an ass again, don't think I didn't see those Prada loafers in your closet."
"Why the hell were you in my closet?" I shouted.
She waved me away. "Besides, you like clothes the way I like chocolate."
I snorted. "How do you figure?"
With a saucy grin, she trailed her fingertips down my chest. "You love the way they feel against your skin, just like I love the way chocolate feels against my tongue. All lush, sweet, deep."
My body twitched on cue.
"As I was saying."
What? What were we talking about?
"I think we should do a honeymoon. After all, I only get one, and I think you owe it to me to make it bad ass."
"I owe you?" My thoughts were too jumbled by talk of chocolate and licking it off her body to actually form a better sentence or comeback than that.
"Yup." She shoved her hands in her pockets, drawing my attention back down to the skin peeking through her jeans. My mouth. Right. There. I could almost taste her. "I've even compiled a list!"
"Why does that not surprise me?"
She held up her finger then reached into her back pocket. I peeked around her body and received a smack on the chest when I checked out her ass a little longer than necessary.
"No looking if you don't intend on tasting." She winked.