I Spy a Wicked Sin by Jo Davis Page B

you arrived.”
    She waved a hand, vacating Jude’s chair. Her runaway pulse began to calm. “No sweat. Just leave it on my desk when you get a second. I doubt I’ll get much work done today anyway.”
    “In that case . . . would you be tempted to lounge by the pool with me?”
    Her gaze swept appreciatively from his sleepy gray eyes fringed with black lace, down his lean body to slim hips and long legs. Gee, let me think.
    “Very. Would Jude be interested in joining us?”
    He shrugged. “Maybe later. He gets lost in another world when he’s working in his studio and doesn’t typically like to be bothered.”
    “He certainly didn’t seem to mind my walking in earlier,” she remarked, thinking of his tryst with Tamara.
    “Was the door open?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then all’s fair game. Jude’s rule.”
    “No matter what he’s doing?”
    A dimple appeared at the corner of his sexy mouth. “Or who.”
    “From the mischievous expression on your face, I wonder exactly how many times you’ve found the door open.”
    “At least as many times as I’ve been the one behind it.” He ran a hand through his black hair, causing it to fall around his face in attractive disarray. “Why don’t we continue this conversation by the pool with something cool and potent to drink?”
    “Give me ten minutes to find my suit and change,” she said, giving him a smile. “Then I have lots of questions for you.”
    “Well, I have lots of alcohol, so we’re good.”
    Lily hurried to her room and located one of her best bikinis, her mind filled with stuff she might be able to pry from Liam—especially if his refreshment loosened his tongue. The younger man seemed to be pretty open, but she’d take every advantage she could.
    The file hidden in her closet contained valuable information about Jude as an agent, but was almost useless concerning his daily life at the estate. An omission she found troubling and intriguing. Who better than the resident boy toy to get the lowdown from?
    Once she’d changed into a suit that was made of nothing more than three microscopic red triangles, she searched for sunscreen among her belongings and couldn’t find it. Giving up, she grabbed a thick towel and headed to the pool.
    Liam wasn’t there yet, so she took the opportunity to appreciate the view. A momentary punch hit her swift and hard when she reminded herself Jude could no longer see all this. The huge, sparkling pool edged by elaborate stonework and a waterfall, the gardens overflowing with colorful flowers, the outdoor kitchen and bar area. Such a waste.
    But then, he deserved what he’d gotten, not to mention what he had coming. Didn’t he?
    Yes, he did. He’d betrayed the citizens of the United States and put several allies in grave danger. She’d best not forget that.
    Liam arrived with two glasses, a pitcher, and a big smile. She did a double take at his scrumptious body clad in only swim trunks with a towel slung over one bare shoulder—the man might be lean, but he was nicely muscled, tanned, and toned. Had a smooth chest graced by two perfect, bronzed male nipples and an abdomen cut by a master sculptor. Mouthwatering.
    “Pink lemonade?” she asked, hoping he didn’t hear the croak in her voice.
    He set the glasses and pitcher on a small table between two padded loungers. “Yep. With an extra kick. Make yourself comfy.”
    She settled in the lounger, squinting up at him. “Do you have sunscreen? I couldn’t find mine.”
    “Sure do.” He spread the towel on his chair, nodding toward a nearby building. “Got some in the pool house. Be right back.”
    He trotted off, giving her the opportunity to view his fine ass in action before he disappeared into the building. A minute later, he returned with a blue tube in hand. “Here you go.”
    “Thank you.” She took the sunscreen from him and laid it on the table for the time being, turning her attention to the drink. She picked up the slightly fizzy pink concoction and