I, Spy? (Sophie Green Mysteries, No. 1) (Sophie Green Mystery)

are. D’you want to use mine?”
    Bingo. I leaned across him and wriggled slightly, and checked a few random things on the computer, knowing full well he wasn’t looking at the monitor.
    “They’re all in,” I said, looking up at him on the “in”.
    “What?” He’d been looking at my arse. Men are so damn easy.
    “The passengers. They’re all checked in.” I straightened up and leaned back against the desk. “So what’s yours?”
    He licked his lips. I actually saw it.
    “My what?”
    “Your flight!” I gave the silliest laugh I could. “Where is it to?”
    “Oh. Frankfurt.”
    “Frankfurt, huh?” This was on a plate. “I love Frankfurters.” I licked my lips. “I could wrap my tongue around one right now.”
    Okay, so maybe that was going a bit far, but he was falling faster than Marlon Brando from the Empire State Building.
    “You’re hungry?” Gavin croaked.
    I let my eyes match his. “Starving.” Abruptly, I let my gaze fall. “I’ve been working all day.”
    “Yeah. Me too. What time do you—”
    “I was on all day yesterday as well,” I said. “With all those belt failures.” I stuck my fingers under my own belt for emphasis. I swear, Gavin’s little piggy eyes nearly rolled out of his head.
    “I was at home,” he said in a strangled voice.
    “Really? You weren’t working overnight? I hear the problem happened overnight.”
    He shook his head. “I was asleep. Came on at six yesterday.”
    “You came straight here? Right up to the gate?”
    “Check-in.”
    “You didn’t leave the desk all day?”
    He shook his head. “What—”
    Shit. Losing cover. “I mean, I was on check-in yesterday. I’m surprised I didn’t see you.”
    He smiled. “I saw you.”
    I blinked. “You did?”
    “Yeah. You ran through yesterday.” He frowned. “You weren’t in uniform.”
    Double shit. No, I wasn’t. “I, er, I was just coming off shift,” I explained hastily. “I got changed then realised I’d left my uniform in the staff room. Silly me.” I rolled my eyes.
    He nodded. “You always get changed in your staff room?”
    I shrugged and nodded. I’d heard what I needed and I wanted to go now.
    “It’s right next to ours. Hey, just think, you’ve been getting undressed next to me for months and I never knew.”
    Urgh. I so didn’t need to hear that. “Yeah. Imagine.”
    “Oh.” He was smiling wider now. “I’m imagining.”
    Triple shit. I swung around and started tapping on my defunct keyboard. Nothing happened and I had to restrain myself from slapping my own forehead.
    “You want to hop on over here?” Gavin asked, and I nearly shuddered.
    I managed a smile and leaned over him again, this time trying not to touch. “Well, won’t you look at that? They changed the gate. It’s in Sat 1. Gotta go!”
    I tried to straighten up but was stopped by Gavin’s hand on my backside.
    Oh, quadruple shit with bollocks on top.
    “So, what’s the combination for your staff room?”
    I leapt away from him. “I don’t know,” I stammered. “I, er, I have to go.”
    “Wait a sec,” he squinted at my name badge—or maybe it was my chest, I could never tell—and grabbed my arm. “Sophie, don’t go—”
    I started staring around randomly, looking for some excuse. I was about to start yelling that there was a plane on fire outside when to my immense relief I saw Luke sauntering casually towards me.
    “Luke!” I shouted. Bollocks, I mean, “Luca! The gate’s been changed for Prague, we have to go…”
    “You don’t have a Prague flight for hours,” Gavin murmured. “Spend some time with me.”
    I wrenched myself away and ran to Luke, much to his amusement. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea,” I chuntered to Gavin, who looked very confused. Beside me, Luke was nearly cracking up. “I—I have a boyfriend. Right here. Luca is my boyfriend.”
    Luke stared. Gavin stared. Half a million Ryanair passengers stared. I hadn’t realised I’d been quite so loud.
    I glanced up pleadingly at Luke.
    “That’s right,” he said eventually, sexy Italian accent in place. “Sophie is my girlfriend. We are in love,” he purred, slipping his arm around me. Mmm. He felt pretty good. All warm, and hard, and warm…
    I glared at Gavin.
    “But—but you were coming on to me,” he said forlornly.
    “I was not! I was making polite small talk, one PSA to another.”
    Gavin glared at Luke. “She’s a bloody tart,” he said.
    “Hey, don’t insult my