The Spy Who Loves Me by Julie Kenner

turned to face the older woman, realizing he’d just been saddled with a When did you quit beating your wife? question. If he said no, then he sounded like he just wanted to boff any female who wandered by. If he said yes, he was giving Millie license to search out eligible females.
    â€œAbsolutely,” he finally said. It was, after all, the only reasonable reply, since Millie would commence a scorched earth campaign to find him a wife no matter how he answered.
    â€œGood boy.” She pointed a finger at David. “You behave.”
    David managed to look both amused and sheepish at the same time. “Yes, ma’am.”
    Finn threw an arm around the older woman’s shoulder. “I thought you and Jacey were watching Mel.”
    Jacey shook her head, her red hair dappled with sunlight. “Apparently, you rank. Millie actually turned the television off and said we had to come say hi.”
    â€œReally?” Finn stood straighter and puffed out his chest, then pretended to buff his fingernails on his T-shirt.
    â€œNow don’t go getting a big head,” Millie said. “It was a videotape, and I can start it up again right where I left off. If it had been HBO, I might not be down here talking to you.”
    At that, Finn and Jacey exchanged a glance, then both laughed. David moved up from behind Finn and put an arm around Jacey, who snuggled against his side. It was a nice, comfortable gesture, and Finn felt a pang of something akin to jealousy.
    â€œI take it you haven’t got a girl yet?” Millie continued, in typical Millie fashion.
    â€œNot yet,” he admitted.
    â€œHe’s working on it, though,” David put in. “There’s one he’s following around just like a puppy dog. If he’s pathetic enough, maybe she’ll adopt him.”
    Finn shot his friend a scathing look; David just smiled.
    Millie ignored her nephew. “We need to find you a wife.” She tapped a finger against her chin, then perked up. “Have you met Doreen?” Doreen cleaned the house twice a week. Before David had met Jacey, Millie had tried to set him up with the girl.
    â€œMillie,” David said, a note of warning in his voice.
    Her eyes went wide, the picture of innocence. “What? I just want to see both my boys settled down.”
    â€œI think Doreen’s married,” Finn said.
    Millie’s face fell. “You mean she found a young man nicer than you?”
    â€œHard to believe, I know,” Finn said.
    â€œWell, there must be someone else.” The finger was tapping again, and Finn imagined her flipping through the cards in a mental Rolodex. “She looks nice,” Millie said, nodding somewhere behind Finn. His stomach sank. Surely the attractive brunette hadn’t overheard this bizarre conversation. Had she?
    He turned slowly, relieved to see that she was too far away to actually hear their conversation. Besides, she seemed engrossed in checking out David’s old paperback novels.
    â€œNow that’s a woman who looks bright,” Millie said. “Very sweet. Clearly intelligent. A good match.” She gave him a tiny shove in the lower back, egging him toward her.
    He glanced back, frowning. “And you can tell this how? By the keen way she’s inspecting David’s old dime novels?”
    â€œShe has clever eyes,” Millie said, her chin going up.
    â€œYou can’t even see her eyes from your angle,” David said.
    Millie just pursed her lips. “I better go talk to her,” she said. “She might have questions about those books.”
    She started stepping in that direction, but David managed to catch her by the elbow.
    Finn nodded toward the house. “I’m going to go inside and raid the refrigerator,” he said. “And Millie’s coming with me.”
    â€œBut—” she started.
    â€œBecause I’m not interested,” Finn finished. “Not at