Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,46
no records about how the curse worked. No way to know if the Tyrfing might be sentient.
If Aura really was the chosen one, and the blade yearned for her blood, would it be able to whisper dark things into human minds, like Pandora’s box?
Until she could answer that question, she couldn’t allow anyone else to wield it. Not even Greyson. He had enough on his plate, and the last thing she needed was to have to worry he’d blow their cover. But keeping this secret from Greyson was proving tougher than she realized.
The taxi pulled up. A welcome distraction. Department 13 had a car waiting at the rental company, and from there, they’d head to the rendezvous.
Greyson opened the door for her, every bit the southern gentleman. “Ready for me to close the door, Amb?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Greg.”
He bent to kiss her check and then closed the door. She almost smiled. Even a peck on the cheek had her heart fluttering. He was much better at this undercover operation than she’d imagined he’d be. He jogged around to the other side and got in beside her while she gave the address to the driver.
She tried to focus on the scenery. She’d never been to Scotland. It was tempting to pepper Greyson with questions, but they were off the ship now. It was too risky to break cover.
His heavy hand suddenly rested on her thigh, and she placed hers over it without thinking.
This was a dangerous game she was enjoying. Pretending to be Greyson’s wife made it easy to fantasize about what it might be like in reality. Again, she reminded herself that this was far from real.
That didn’t stop the rush in her pulse when he leaned over and brushed a kiss to her ear. “Scotland is at its most beautiful in the spring, but it’s got nothing on my wife.”
She grinned, meeting his eyes for a moment. “It’s gorgeous here.”
“I stand by my statement.” He winked.
God, he was sexy and dangerous and…not hers. She cleared her throat and looked back out the window. New high-rise condos lined the river in juxtaposition with the historic Scottish buildings as they drove through Glasgow. Her breath caught as the Glasgow Cathedral came into view.
Greyson leaned over and whispered, “It’s older than me, lass.”
She laughed before she could scold him about keeping to his backstory. She looked his way, and he took her hand, his Savannahian accent back in place. “I was picturing Scotland being full of kilts and highlanders.”
The cab driver peered at them in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything.
She squeezed Greyson’s hand. “I think it’s beautiful.”
When they arrived at the rental agency, she paid the taxi, rented their blue Ford Focus, and then settled into the right-hand driver’s seat.
“Okay, I haven’t driven on this side of the road since I went to London for…a fashion show.” She checked the mirrors, eager to change the subject.
Amber Smith had never been to London. Shit.
She needed to keep her head in the game and finish this mission. She never should have allowed herself to get physical with him. It further blurred the lines between their undercover operation and reality.
Greyson’s gaze warmed her skin. She didn’t need to turn to know he was watching her. She’d never experienced anything like their connection. Was she going to miss him when he was gone? She pushed the thought away, not willing to think about it right now.
He broke the charged silence in the car. “What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing.” She glanced his way. “Amber’s never been to Europe. I hate slipping like that.”
He chuckled. “No one else is in this car.”
“I know, but the mission is important to national security. I have to stay connected to my cover story.” She adjusted the mirrors, avoiding making eye contact. “The Tyrfing is dangerous. If I screw this up, people will die. Our whole country could be threatened if it fell into the wrong hands. I have to find the sword and lock it back inside the vault before someone gets hurt.”
She put the address of the rendezvous into her phone and sighed as she looked over at Greyson. “Apparently we’re a little ahead of schedule. According to Google, we’re only twenty minutes away, but the meeting isn’t for another two hours. We can’t show up this early without raising suspicions. We’re supposed to be a married couple on vacation.” She studied their surroundings from the parking lot. “Any suggestions to pass the time?”