keep you from finishing your drink. I just really have to run.”
“I get it. Honestly, don’t worry.” Darcy sat back down and picked up her glass, frosted with dripping condensation. “I’m anticipating your being worth the wait.”
“Know what the Secret Service motto is? Worthy of Trust and Confidence. The past nine months can’t have been a total waste, right? Let me assure you, I am definitely worthy of your confidence when it comes to kissing.” He hoped she could see the banked lust burning in his eyes. And not just think it was a reflection of the setting sun.
“Kiss first. Then I’ll decide if you’re worthy of a badge.”
Yeah. It’d be hard not to fall hard and fast for this woman. But with his entire life up in the air, how did a beach fling fit into the picture? Coop looked over his shoulder at Darcy as he strode down the pier. If necessary, he’d lock Brad outside on the balcony overnight to get alone time with Darcy. Brad preferred to sleep with his gun over a woman right now, anyway. Down on the entire female species, Brad probably wouldn’t want to chance hearing any sounds of lovemaking. And there would be screams and sighs and whimpers, no doubt about it. Coop intended to make Darcy very, very sure he’d been worth the wait.
Chapter Five
“I really appreciate you coming with me tonight,” Trina said as she dodged another swarm of shrieking children. None of them topped three feet. All of them were armed with miniature golf clubs. Watching them run and swing with reckless abandon, Darcy wished she still had her full-body pads from her days as goalie on the high school lacrosse team. Who knew mini-golf was a contact sport?
“Thanks to a lightning fast mini-date, I had the free time. But honestly, if I’d known there was even a chance you planned to spend the evening stalking your suspect, I would’ve called off the date myself.”
“Why?” Trina lifted her camera. She’d announced, amidst flinging clothes out of her suitcase, that her cover for the night was to be a vacationing tourist. Darcy didn’t have the heart to point out that she actually was on vacation. So Trina had donned a floppy brimmed hat—even though the sun had set an hour ago—an Ocean City oversized tee, and flip flops. In other words, she looked pretty normal.
The camera was her crowning touch. There were certainly enough kitschy sights around to fill a memory card. Mini-golf courses here were apparently famous for over-the-top themes. On the way in she’d driven past a three-story Mayan temple replica, complete with gushing water and, for no reason Darcy could think of, a fire-breathing dragon on top standing guard. Another had life-size fiberglass dinosaurs, teeth ferociously bared, at every hole. Currently they were hiding at the edge of a cave topped with a Red Baron-esque crashed plane. A steady stream of giggling teenagers posed at the lagoon beneath. Trina, however, used her camera to zoom in on Ivan, atop the suspension bridge. Not a bad idea at all. Far less obvious than the binoculars Daphne had convinced her to leave on the coffee table.
“Safety in numbers, like you said.”
“Aww, you’re worried about me.” Trina’s pleased grin lit up her face.
“A little.”
Already tonight they’d trailed Ivan to Viking Golf, just across the border in Delaware. Well, not so much trailed, but practically run into while on a beer run. Trina insisted they walk the six blocks north to take advantage of Delaware’s tax-free status. The walk turned out to be worth it—for Trina—once they’d glimpsed him putting through the legs of a tall horse statue and its fully armored Viking warrior. Trina all but ran home to assemble her version of an appropriate spy outfit, leaving Darcy to pay and lug home their drinks. They’d gone back to catch him just as he left the course. With the wide, heavily trafficked Coastal Highway between them and their quarry, it was easy to follow him unobtrusively to the
“I get it. Honestly, don’t worry.” Darcy sat back down and picked up her glass, frosted with dripping condensation. “I’m anticipating your being worth the wait.”
“Know what the Secret Service motto is? Worthy of Trust and Confidence. The past nine months can’t have been a total waste, right? Let me assure you, I am definitely worthy of your confidence when it comes to kissing.” He hoped she could see the banked lust burning in his eyes. And not just think it was a reflection of the setting sun.
“Kiss first. Then I’ll decide if you’re worthy of a badge.”
Yeah. It’d be hard not to fall hard and fast for this woman. But with his entire life up in the air, how did a beach fling fit into the picture? Coop looked over his shoulder at Darcy as he strode down the pier. If necessary, he’d lock Brad outside on the balcony overnight to get alone time with Darcy. Brad preferred to sleep with his gun over a woman right now, anyway. Down on the entire female species, Brad probably wouldn’t want to chance hearing any sounds of lovemaking. And there would be screams and sighs and whimpers, no doubt about it. Coop intended to make Darcy very, very sure he’d been worth the wait.
Chapter Five
“I really appreciate you coming with me tonight,” Trina said as she dodged another swarm of shrieking children. None of them topped three feet. All of them were armed with miniature golf clubs. Watching them run and swing with reckless abandon, Darcy wished she still had her full-body pads from her days as goalie on the high school lacrosse team. Who knew mini-golf was a contact sport?
“Thanks to a lightning fast mini-date, I had the free time. But honestly, if I’d known there was even a chance you planned to spend the evening stalking your suspect, I would’ve called off the date myself.”
“Why?” Trina lifted her camera. She’d announced, amidst flinging clothes out of her suitcase, that her cover for the night was to be a vacationing tourist. Darcy didn’t have the heart to point out that she actually was on vacation. So Trina had donned a floppy brimmed hat—even though the sun had set an hour ago—an Ocean City oversized tee, and flip flops. In other words, she looked pretty normal.
The camera was her crowning touch. There were certainly enough kitschy sights around to fill a memory card. Mini-golf courses here were apparently famous for over-the-top themes. On the way in she’d driven past a three-story Mayan temple replica, complete with gushing water and, for no reason Darcy could think of, a fire-breathing dragon on top standing guard. Another had life-size fiberglass dinosaurs, teeth ferociously bared, at every hole. Currently they were hiding at the edge of a cave topped with a Red Baron-esque crashed plane. A steady stream of giggling teenagers posed at the lagoon beneath. Trina, however, used her camera to zoom in on Ivan, atop the suspension bridge. Not a bad idea at all. Far less obvious than the binoculars Daphne had convinced her to leave on the coffee table.
“Safety in numbers, like you said.”
“Aww, you’re worried about me.” Trina’s pleased grin lit up her face.
“A little.”
Already tonight they’d trailed Ivan to Viking Golf, just across the border in Delaware. Well, not so much trailed, but practically run into while on a beer run. Trina insisted they walk the six blocks north to take advantage of Delaware’s tax-free status. The walk turned out to be worth it—for Trina—once they’d glimpsed him putting through the legs of a tall horse statue and its fully armored Viking warrior. Trina all but ran home to assemble her version of an appropriate spy outfit, leaving Darcy to pay and lug home their drinks. They’d gone back to catch him just as he left the course. With the wide, heavily trafficked Coastal Highway between them and their quarry, it was easy to follow him unobtrusively to the
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