Previously in Suzie’s House, Vin, Suzie, and Miranda followed Christina to a quiet neighborhood behind Woodman’s then watched her enter the house of a man Vin knows.
Miranda stifled a giggle as she closed her car door. Clearly she didn’t take this operation very seriously.
“Shhhhh!” Suzie hissed, her expression solemn.
To Vin’s mixed horror and amazement, the two women dashed to the nearest tree and peeked around like a couple of kids playing hide and seek. If Christina didn’t see them coming a mile away, the man in the house where Christina had gone into would.
Knowing the man, there were probably already half a dozen photos of them pulling up to the curb right after Christina.
Reflexively, Vin checked his gun to be sure it was handy. Then he sauntered across the street as if he had every right to be there. Miranda and Suzie were busy dashing from one patch of shade to the next as if afraid of the sun. They looked so silly Vin had to fight to keep the grin off his face. As soon as he passed Miranda and started up the sidewalk, she snagged his arm. They strolled along like some old-time couple.
He smiled down at her, and patted her hand. “The secret to going undetected in a city is to act natural. I’m glad you’re catching on.”
She smiled back, but her eyes narrowed dangerously. No doubt she considered him such an idiot he wouldn’t realize she was only interested in staking her claim. No way he was going to scare her off by letting her know he was on to her.
“So what’s this guy’s name, anyway?” Suzie asked as she caught up with them. She walked on his far side so he was bracketed by pretty women.
“Um… Ah…” What could he say? The name the man had in Quantico? The name he was using last time Vin saw him?
“You don’t know?” Miranda’s right eyebrow winged up.
“I know a couple of names. I’m not sure which ones he’s going by now.” No doubt he would want to keep as much of his cover as he could. Vin had to respect that.
“Oh.” Miranda’s voice went flat.
They strolled right past the house they were interested in. Both women gave him a funny look, so when they came even with the strip of lawn between houses, he made a dash for it. Suzie and Miranda followed with a cut-short shriek.
He got up on his toes to look in the first window, then bent double to look in the next.
“What are we looking for?” Miranda asked.
“Christina.”
“Oh. But she’ll be in the living room won’t she? It’s back this way.” Miranda headed for the front of the house.
Vin pulled her back. “He never uses the living room. If we really want to know what they are up to, we need to check this way.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She pulled free. “In fact, I think I saw a shadow through the privacy curtain.” She headed for the front of the house.
Under other circumstances, Vin might have gotten mad, but what would it matter? It wasn’t like she’d tip the man off. He glanced at Suzie, who moved down the wall toward the back yard, checking windows as she went. She wouldn’t notice a thing if he found an opportunity to get fresh with Miranda. He strolled to the front with a light step.
“See. They are in there.” She pointed at the shape of a head and shoulders backlit by a lamp, sitting with its back to the gauze curtains.
“That’s a dummy.”
“I am not a dummy!”
“I never said you were.” He pointed to the silhouette, in the process wrapping himself around her. She smelled of jasmine and cherry today.
“What?” Twisted around to look at him before returning her attention to the window. If she’d been half a second slower he’d have stolen a kiss.
“See anything moving? Hear any voices?”
“No,” she admitted reluctantly. She pushed away from him to put her ear to the window, looking patently ridiculous in the process. Some spy she made.
“Over here,” Suzie said in a stage whisper from the side of the house. She waved them toward the back. “They’re in here.” She pointed to a bush.
Miranda didn’t question her. She simply dropped to her knees and crawled forward. Vin couldn’t help but stare.
“I see Christina, but who is she with?” The only thing showing were her short leather skirt riding up her long legs, and the delicious curve of her butt. Vin settled in to enjoy the show.
Suzie hunched over the top of the bush and pointed. Light from a hidden window shined on her face. “I think he was over there.”
“Well he isn’t there now.” Miranda’s rear shifted from side to side as she worked deeper into the bush.
When Vin got her home he was going to have to let her know how hot she made him. He’d insist they used her room because she was less likely to get away. Then he’d peel off that leather skirt, and…
“So, Vin. How’s it hanging?” The man put his arm across Vin’s shoulders and squeezed.
Vin winced once for the pain in his shoulder and again for being caught so badly off guard.
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