Last Spy Standing
“The air still stunk, this time with the sharp smell of ammonia. Gross. Somebody was relieving himself on the other side of the wooden boards that closed in the crawlspace where they were hiding. Just great.
Her nerves hummed. Mitch put a steadying hand on her knee as if sensing her inner turmoil.
His warm palm heated her skin through the material of her pants. A comforting gesture that also brought back thoughts of what had just happened between them in that storage room.
Her breathing grew erratic. She made an effort to calm it.
If there’d ever been a time when she needed her full focus, this was it. She couldn’t afford distractions and complications. But then why did it feel so good to have Mitch on her side?
Whoever was outside finished his business and walked away. After a minute, Mitch began moving. He made it to the opening, climbed out, but continued to crouch.
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