He looked at her from under his wild ginger brows.
“I’m so proud you’ve asked me, Guv.”
“That’s a yes in my book,” he said with a smile.
She had no will to argue with him. Before Spencer this would have been her dream and the happiest day of her life. Maybe that moment on the launch heading into Venice when he’d told her he loved her had robbed this moment of its rightful place in her life.
“Shannon....”
Tom Mitchell’s voice seemed a long way away. She hurtled back from Venice.
“Guv—I’m sorry. It was a shock. I never thought anyone would want me in that way,” she said, glad she could explain herself without contradiction.
“Well, I’ll be just as proud to have you on the team.”
“Guv, I wonder if you could help me with a small job. I’ve got a case of perverting the course of justice.
