Chapter Nine
'So....' He hung in my doorway, fingers gripping the top of the doorframe, elongating his hard torso. His eyes darted cautiously down the hall, like we were having some covert liaison. And that made shivers spark up and down my spine. The cowboy spy and me, an unlikely couple, chalk and cheese, mop and bucket. 'Have fun at the rehearsal.'
'Oh, I'm sure I won't.'
He hung around, like he wanted to say something else. And me? I wanted to snog his pretty little face off, and drag him cave woman stylee into my room by the waistband of those jeans. But he was an enigma, there was something about him. Maybe he worked for the CIA. Perhaps if I took possession of his science fiction-esque phone, I'd find vital information pertaining to national security. He disappeared into the dep
