She smiled at him, heat in her eyes as her gaze slid over him. It lingered over his broad chest and then warmed as it slid down toward his crotch. Her lips parted as she leaned in a little, her voice dropping slightly.
“Well, I know I wouldn’t mind you dropping in on me.”
Archon’s smile was automatic and programmed. Flirtation subroutines were as natural to him as breathing. “Really now?”
E… Have we ever? he asked Eoin over their private channel, unsure whether he’d ever slept with the woman in front of him. All her responses said yes, and a sense of familiarity prickled in the back of his brain. It wasn’t uncommon with G-classes, especially if they were sent undercover. They literally lived their cover lives while on mission. If she’d been assigned as his wife… or they’d been undercove
