Chapter Fifteen
As yet more people crammed into the Tube car at Leicester Square, forcing Mallory and Baxter to squeeze even further into the corner they’d snagged, he asked, “Why, exactly, are we getting the Tube instead of a taxi? Or a lift?”
Trying hard to ignore what Baxter’s very close proximity was doing to her, she rolled her eyes and replied, “Because it’s quicker. At this time of day it’d take forever just to get out of central London in a car, never mind all the way to Heathrow. And, if you remember, time is of the essence.” Since their incredibly public location meant she couldn’t elaborate, she settled for giving him a hard stare.
Annoyingly, his response was a wide grin. “Yes it is, isn’t it? Must hurry, so we don’t miss our flight.”
His delighted expression made him look
