The Spy Who Loves Me by Julie Kenner Page A

all.”
    But right then, the brunette turned, and Finn realized he had to eat his words. The woman standing there—the sexy creature wearing tight navy blue pants and sporting a bare midriff—was none other than Amber Robinson.
    And, truth be told, Finn was very interested indeed.

Four
    W ith a glorious sigh, Diana sank down in the mud, letting the warm goo ease over her breasts. Heaven. Beside her, a uniformed attendant bent down to adjust the temperature knobs on the tub.
    â€œComfortable?” he asked. “Can I get you anything?”
    She nailed him with a regal stare. Really, would the man never leave? He’d been puttering around for at least ten minutes.
    â€œThe lady is fine,” Drake said from the tub beside her. Like her, he was almost completely submerged. “Or she will be fine once we have some privacy.”
    The attendant shot Drake a venomous look, and Diana bit back a sigh of exasperation. She adored Drake, but he needed to learn how to address the little people. What kind of service would they get if he irritated their attendant?
    â€œWe’re fine,” she said, hoping to appease the boy. “Perhaps you could come back and check on us in twenty minutes?”
    The attendant looked from her to Drake, then gave a curt, subservient nod. He crossed over the redwood decking to the door back into the facility, leaving her and Drake alone in their tubs, a stunning view of the Los Angeles basin looming before them.
    â€œSo what the fuck does he want?” Drake said as the door swung shut. He wasn’t referring to the attendant.
    Diana knew exactly whom he was talking about—Phineus Teague. Unfortunately, she didn’t know the answer to Drake’s question, and that irritated her. Diana hated being unprepared.
    Drake smiled, that sexy, smoldering grin she knew so well. Then he pushed himself all the way out of the tub, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort to lift the rest of his body. He stood there naked, gleaming and hard despite the muck and mire stuck to him. And then he casually stepped out of the tub, crossed the two paces to her mud bath, and climbed in to join her.
    His foot grazed the inside of her thigh. “It’s okay, babe. Just tell me what you do know,” he said, the touch both relaxing and stimulating.
    She eased lower into the mud. “I don’t know much. He’s my neighbor, and he’s following me. Or he was until I lost him. After I had a little fun with him.” She reached for the Perrier, then took a long swallow of water. “I’ve started gathering information, but right now all I really know is his name, his phone numbers, and his employer.”
    â€œA lawyer, you said,” Drake noted.
    â€œBasic commercial business litigation.” She shrugged. “Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine.”
    Drake closed his eyes, his fingers intertwined beneath his chin. Diana took another sip of her water and studied his face. It was a strong face, the tiny wrinkles around his eyes and mouth adding character to the hard planes. It was also a recognizable face, and he’d taken a risk coming to the spa. Still, it was a risk he took at least monthly, saying he needed the relaxation. She didn’t doubt it. Drake was as attractive as ever, but his eyes were tired and his skin was sallow. He was pushing himself to exhaustion, and she worried about him.
    After this gig, he’d promised they would retire. But she doubted it. He already had more money than God, so she didn’t believe he’d simply stop when his offshore accounts topped ten billion. And it wasn’t really about revenge, even though Drake said it was. He probably even believed it. But Diana knew better. It was the chase that thrilled Drake. The hunt. The euphoria of sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar.
    She understood. She’d had more than her share of cookies, too, and she was still coming back for