Page 129 of Allegiance

How could he not?

Sometimes, he liked riling her up because how could he forget how dangerous she was. The tattoo on her arm was a constant reminder.

“Someone is very spicy. Save it for bed later,” he said. “You, me, those pretty things you stole, and hot sex. I’ll let Mamba bite me.”

Well, he didn’t have to offer that up twice.

“Deal,” she said, patting him on the ass. “Maybe you’ll get lucky, and we can have another baby.”

Oh, Jesus.

That had him ready to go. His wife knew what buttons to push, and he loved him some kids.

“Flirt.”

She winked at him.

“Absolutely. My husband is hot. The day I stop hitting on you, get my head checked, or look for Boone’s Voodoo dolls.”

He snorted.

“Too soon, Mamba. Too soon.”

She found him amusing.

As they heard the doors closing on a car, Rogue knew it was time.

He was about to let two dirty cops near his wife. He might be the one who needed his head checked out.

“Do your thing, Mamba,” he said, touching her arm where her tattoo had once been.

God.

He missed seeing it.

She’d used tattoo-covering makeup, and she looked pristine, pure, and a little too bait-y for his liking, but he had to trust her.

She.

Was.

Deadly.

Oh, and his.

When there was a knock on the door, Jinx played the role. One of the reasons the US government picked pretty women who looked easy to take, was that they were often overlooked as deadly.

Oh, she was tall and thin, but she could bench press her husband.

Jinx worked out hard because if this city had taught them anything, it was that strength was a necessity for the women here.

As she opened the door, she turned on the fear and woman tears.

The act began.

Someone deserved the academy award on this one.

“Oh, God! Thank you,” she said, hysterically, as she wrung her hands in anxiety. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come! I hate being alone here!”