Nick reached over and unhooked the wire that ran from the earphones to the recorder, then hit a button on the box. The sound of Peter's snoring filled the room, and Aria gratefully removed the headset from her ears. She had propped the microphone up with some pillows from the bed.
"I always thought that secret agents lived exciting, action filled lives. If this is the norm, you can have it."
Nick smiled. "I told you before, Aria, the times that there is some 'action,' as you call it, more than make up for these long hours of inactivity." He took a drink from the cup sitting next to her chair then made a face. It was coffee. Cold coffee.
He forced himself to swallow then asked, "How do you even drink this stuff?"
"It requires an adult palate," she acknowledged, enjoying how he narrowed
