Her face instantly turned a similar shade of red. “I mean, you know, two of my best friends. . .” Her voice trailed off as Aaran leaned over and whispered in her ear. Then her skin tone went even redder, and I looked away, not wanting to intrude on a private moment.
Adaire and I stood up and walked to the front of the boat, each of us scouring the water for whales or anything else to distract us from the wild make-out session that had just commenced behind us. I couldn’t help but think that for a man who was a “covert agent,” Aaran was awfully willing to make a scene. But then maybe that was the point . . . who blends in better than the person who doesn’t?
A few minutes later, our friends joined us at the rail, and Aaran continued telling us what he’d needed this trip to convey. “We are
