If there was one quality that clandestine intelligence work and parenting had in common, it was the need for patience. Mac had honed his patience in both areas, and it was coming in handy with the puzzle known as Trixie Tran.
She could tell herself that she didn’t like to get involved, but you couldn’t argue with reality. They were getting involved. s*x was just a part of that. A fantastic part, he wasn’t going to lie. But not the main part.
wereThere was also the fact that they stayed up talking until the short night had come and gone.
The next night they did the same thing. And the next.
Sometimes they mixed in some more s*x, and sometimes they just snuggled in each other’s arms, opened the blackout shades, and watched streaks of dawn light the color of peach brandy radiate across th
