A knock on the door made Mac’s stomach growl. He’d ordered room service only a few minutes ago; impressive efficiency. That was what an outrageously priced last-minute booking at a four-star hotel got you. Of course he’d imagined sharing the Jacuzzi tub and king-size bed with Trixie instead of using the suite as a place to send text messages.
But so be it.
He swung open the door, ready to receive a tray of burgers and fries, only to find something much better: long black hair and a sparkling smile.
“Trixie?”
Trixie?“Some super-spy you are. You didn’t even check to see who I was? I could have been an assassin hiding a stiletto in her stilettos.”
“You’re wearing sneakers,” he pointed out.
“The better to sneak up on you.” She slipped past him and turned in a full circle to take in the u
