She nodded. “You’re right.”
They got up and dressed, Elizabeth wearing jeans and her warmest sweater over a T-shirt, Quinn wearing jeans and a dark green Henley.
They opened the door and stepped out together, holding hands.
Three men turned, grinned.
“The red-headed lovebirds are awake.” Cruz paused the game and got to his feet. “How are you feeling, Shields?”
“I’m okay.”
“You want to tell us what the hell happened?” Malik stood too, tossing his game controller onto the sofa. “One minute you’re here for a funeral, and Shields is on vacation. The next, you’re chasing killers, and she’s been abducted. What the fuck?”
“It’s been on the news all morning.” Thor took the remote, switched from the game to the BBC. “They arrested the fucker behind all of it.”
There, on the screen, was Alastair Whitehall in handcuffs.
“Doin’ the perp walk.” Dylan glared at Whitehall’s image. “Cabrón.”
“Guys!” Elizabeth needed food. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, and I need some coffee—on the double.”
That got their attention.
“Time to move. Shields needs her coffee, man.” Dylan headed down the hallway, the other two following. “Good thing I brought some Puerto Rican beans and salsa. Huevos, anyone?”
Quinn smiled down at her. “They almost lost you, too.”
* * *
“And you just left Lewis withthat Grant dude?” Cruz stared at Quinn. “Brother, that is stone cold. I like it.”
Malik poured himself another cup of coffee. “You did what you had to do to get Shields back in one piece. That took balls.”
Thor sat there, staring at Quinn. “I can’t believe you’re in a jail cell right now.”
Quinn chuckled. “It’s a surprise to me, too.”
He told them what Smith had said last night and how his name and Elizabeth’s had been left out of the report completely.
“I’m just as amazed that we haven’t been fired—yet.” Elizabeth seemed more herself now. She had devoured her huevos rancheros and was on her third cup of coffee. “I don’t suppose the three of you could forget to mention the fact that Quinn and I are sleeping together.”
The three idiots sitting across from Quinn grinned.
Cruz chuckled. “Will everyone who’s surprised to find out that McManus and Shields are lovers please raise their hands?”
No hands went up.
“We’ve known that you two were hot for each other for years.” Jones rolled his eyes. “We’re just gladyoufinally figured it out.”
“I guess they haven’t checked their work email,” Isaksen said.
“What?” Quinn looked from one man to the next, but none of them spoke. “Come on, ya bastards. What are you goin’ on about?”
“Are we fired?” Elizabeth asked.
The three men burst out laughing, keeping Quinn and Elizabeth in suspense until Quinn wanted to punch them all in the face. “Okay, you’ve had your fun. Out wi’ it.”
It was Cruz who finally told them. “They’ve removed the ‘no hookups’ policy.”