Rhys-Jones grinned. “Cobra has done some big favors for British Intelligence, gotten our operatives out of some tight spots, intervened for us with the Pentagon. It’s nice to be able to return the favor.”
This was news to Quinn—and to Elizabeth, too, it seemed.
“Thank you. Truly. It means a lot to us.”
The lift arrived, and Rhys-Jones rode with them up to the fourth floor, where they found a long hallway of black marble and burnished steel.
“This is Cobra’s flat.” He walked over, pointed to the biometric lock. “You can let yourselves in. We managed to get the kitchen stocked, but if you find that you need something, let us know. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thanks, man.” Quinn shook his hand.
“You’ve been incredibly helpful.”
“Get some rest.” Rhys-Jones stepped back into the lift and was gone.
Elizabeth pressed her finger to the pad, and the door buzzed.
Click.
They walked through the doorway—and stared.
Black marble floors. Windows of tinted privacy glass. High ceilings.
“Yeah, nothing fancy. Good grief!” Elizabeth glanced around. “Did you know about this place?”
“Naw—but I like it.”
Their bags sat on the floor just inside the door.
Quinn picked up their bags. “Let’s find our rooms.”
The four bedrooms, each with its own small bathroom, were down a short hallway on the north side of the flat.
Elizabeth flicked on the light in the first room to the right. “We should at least pretend to sleep in separate rooms.”
“Aye.” He set her bag inside, then dropped his in the room across from hers.
They explored after that—the living area with its huge flat-screen TV and leather sofas, the kitchen with its white granite counters, the office with its sleek modern desks and computer screens. It also had a huge, built-in whiteboard.
Elizabeth’s face lit up the moment she saw the office. “Now we’re talking.”
Quinn was glad just to see her smile.
They settled into their rooms, Quinn putting a kettle on to boil for tea. Then they sat together in the living room, sipping tea and looking out at the city lights, Elizabeth leaning back against his chest.
He kissed her hair. “You saved us today. It didnae even cross my mind that the police would already be on their way. If I’d been here alone, I’d be in the nick tonight.”
“You’re welcome.” She tilted her head to the side to look up at him. “I still can’t believe we pulled it off. It was so close.”
Then she laughed. “Did you see the way Patel looked at your dick?”
Quinn laughed, too. “I moved my hands, gave her the full monty. You’d think she’d never seen a naked man afore. How’s your heid?”
“It’s a little better.” She stood, held out her hand. “We should get some sleep.”
They carried their cups to the kitchen, brushed their teeth, and got ready for bed.
Then Quinn slid naked beneath the covers and drew Elizabeth against him, his chest her pillow. “Sleep, Lilibet.”