Burning Intensity (2014)
“James said two cups of tea later. “I haven’t heard a thing about the National Gallery, or the stealing of that Cezanne. No wonder I had a dozen messages on my phone when I checked it after my shower.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” El sat forward in her chair. She’d decided not to sit next to James on the couch. The close proximity, coupled with the faint scent of sex still in the air, could tip her back out of her working mode. She placed her empty mug carefully on the floor, out of reach of where she might knock it over accidentally. “Will people think you had something to do with its theft? We might be able to work with that.”
“I’ve only been dabbling over the last six to nine months,” James reminded her with a wry grin. “While I’m far from reformed, I have been…perusing other paths, shall we say?”
“Oh?”
“A gorgeous red-haired spy has been instrumental in my reformation,” he teased her.
She laughed.
“I’m still well in the game, but I’ve been very selective about the few jobs I’ve done.
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