The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

I frown. That sounds very familiar. “So you’ve been monogamous with him all along?”

“Of course I have. I don’t fuck around.”

I scrunch up my nose in disgust. “Honestly, kick this douche to the curb.”

“I will. As soon as I find him.”

I roll my eyes and feel my phone vibrate in my bag. I dig it out. “Hello, Molly.”

“What’s happening?”

“We can’t find him,” I reply as I look around.

“Go and sit in the corner out of view, and wait for them to get there. Don’t stand where they can see you.”

“Oh, right.” I put my hand over the phone. “Molly says we should sit somewhere out of sight so he doesn’t see us.”

Aaron points at me. “Great idea.” He grabs me by the hand and leads us over to a booth. “I’ll sit here. You go and get drinks,” he snaps as he slides into the seat.

I roll my eyes. “Are your kids really fucking home?” I snap to Molly. “How did I get stuck with this job?”

She laughs. “I’ll call back in an hour.” Then she hangs up.

“What do you want to drink?” I ask.

“A pink flamingo.”

I look at him deadpan. “That is the gayest drink I ever heard of.”

“Because I’m gay.” He widens his eyes in exasperation; he’s in no mood for my jokes tonight. “Just get it.”

I giggle and head to the bar to wait in line.

“Hey, Foster,” I hear a man’s voice call from behind. I turn and see Jake from the investigation team.

“Oh, hi.” I smile. “What are you doing here?”

He holds up his drink. “Drinking.”

“Obviously.” I smirk.

His eyes scan up and down my body in my black dress. “Wow, you look hot.”

I smile bashfully. This is awkward. “Thanks.”

“Want to come dance?”

“Um.” I frown. Oh God. “No, thanks anyway. I’m here with Aaron.”

“Oh, where is he?” He looks around.

Oh shit, now I’ve done it. “He’s in a booth at the back.”

“I’ll go say hi.” He disappears off in that direction.

Oh great. Now we are going to have to act normal, when all we want to do is Paul-hate and spy.

I get our drinks and head back to the table and find Aaron and Jake deep in conversation about work.