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

girlfriend. Is okay, baby, I’m here now,” Luke said, and to my astonishment, kissed me.
    I think it might have started out as a little closed-mouth kiss, but it very, very soon turned into a full-blown snog. Christ, he was a good kisser. Or maybe Pete-the-philanderer had been really bad. But I’d never kissed anyone and had sparks before. Not actual sparks. I swear, if it had gone any longer we’d have blown up the satellite. We’d have been arrested for terrorist action. Standing there in the blackened rubble of the building, still making out.
    And there were hands too. Actual hands. Doing rather naughty things under my jacket. Under my shirt, too. I forgot how to breathe when Luke’s fingers brushed my bare skin, but that wasn’t a particular problem at the time, since my mouth was glued to his and I’d given up on oxygen.
    My God. His mouth should be illegal.
    Probably is, in some Southern states.
    “Jesus,” I said when he let me go. I was shaking. An American family was applauding us.
    Luke had his arms around me—just as well, since my bones had all turned to the consistency of custard. “We could get fired for this,” he murmured.
    “I’m the one with the payslip, remember?” I glanced around and my gaze alighted on Gavin. He looked mightily pissed off.
    “I’m calling Ace,” he said, and we both shrugged. He’d only get through to the check-in office, and Luke had said Paola was on today. She’d think it was hilarious.
    “We’d better go,” I said, grabbing Luke’s hand—yes, just his hand, although other ideas did flash through my mind—and pulling him away from the gate.
    In the lift on the way back down to the terminal transit, I couldn’t look at Luke. My face was burning. I had to be professional about this. Yeah. We could be professional. I glanced at Luke.
    “That was hot,” he said, and I felt like dying.
    “Ih,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, “it was okay.”
    Luke lifted my chin so I had to look at him.
    “Liar,” he said, and I nearly stopped breathing.
    The lift doors opened and I stumbled out into the cool air of the transit platform. It was full of passengers and I pushed through them to the front, Luke following me.
    “Sophie,” he said, catching my arm, “are you embarrassed?”
    “No.”
    “You are.” He grinned. “That’s very cute.”
    I blushed even further and thought about throwing myself under the transit tracks, but they were bloody sealed off by hydraulic doors.
    “I’m not embarrassed,” I told him. “I’m professional. That was a professional action.”
    Luke got very close and said, so no one else could hear, “You wanted me.”
    Maybe I could go out onto the tarmac and get myself sucked into an aircraft engine. I heard that was a great way to die.
    The transit train arrived and I hurtled into the furthest corner, tailed by Luke.
    “Don’t you even want to hear my news?” he said.
    “No.” Then, “What news?”
    “About Ana?”
    “Oh. Yes.” I tried to settle myself. “What about her?”
    Luke winked. “I can’t tell you here.”
    The journey back was torture. I made sure I was in the middle of a crowd all the time so Luke couldn’t tell me how much I wanted him again. Because I really did want him. He was sexy as hell and he kissed like it was life support.
    But I was determined not to let him see. I knew his type. He knew he was gorgeous and he was just trying to get a rise out of me. Well, fuck him.
    Not literally, obviously.
    We got back to the terminal and I eventually had to turn and face him. But his face was blank. “Where now?”
    “Home, James?”
    I shrugged. “If we’re done here. My car’s at the office.”
    We walked back down to the car park in silence. Maybe Luke had forgotten about it. Why was he being so quiet?
    “So, how’d you get on with the thug?”
    I nearly tripped down the stairs. “What?”
    “Did you get anything?”
    I stared.
    Luke laughed. “About the murder. Did you find out where he was?”
    “Oh.” I tried to recover myself, and failed. “He was at home. In bed. He came on at six, spent the whole day on check-in.”
    “Right.” Luke nodded. “Well, he was just a fail-safe anyway. We found out he had a juvenile record. He wasn’t on camera.”
    I glared at him. “So I got the dummy?”
    “In more ways than one. Whereas I found out something extremely useful.”
    “I’ll bet you did.”
    Luke grinned and held the door for me. “Ana wasn’t on the desk when I