Burn - Page 60

Snatching it up, I opened it.

You’re welcome, Agent Coleman. Drive safely.

~K

I closed my eyes. I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or grateful. I tucked the note in my center console, and settled on a bit of both.

I’d have words with Mr. Fury about being bossy and doing things without asking later.

I drove out to the port, trying not to get my hopes up about this lead. My car had never driven this well, and I started to suspect a lot of work had been done to it.

As I neared the Port of New Orleans, I took in the wide sweep of the Mississippi River. I saw gantry cranes rising high into the sky, and rows of stacked shipping containers.

A bored security guard at the gate checked my badge. God, he was green and inexperienced.

“Area Forty-Seven is to the right. Pretty quiet out in that area. Platinum Export has a small office on the other side of those containers.” The young man shrugged. “Never see anybody there very much.”

“Thanks.” I drove in and followed the signs to the correct location. I parked my Civic by some shipping containers stacked three high. As I got out, I heard the low sound of a ship’s horn. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out.

It was a text message from Kavner.

I hope you’re having a good day, Treasury Agent Coleman.

My gaze narrowed and I tapped.

Busy catching bad guys.

Sounds thrilling. I dreamed of you last night.

Everything inside me clenched.

I’ve been thinking about you, too.

Really? Sexy thoughts?

No. Ones where I yell at you for your high-handedness.

There was a pause.

You got your car back.

Yes. You had no right to have it fixed without asking me.

You’re right. I apologize.

Don’t you patronize me. And I know you had more done to it than just bodywork.

I just wanted to do something to help. When someone gives you a gift, London, you say thank you.

I blew out a breath and looked at the sky.

Thank you.

You’re welcome. I have to go to a meeting. It’s going to be long and boring. Be safe.

I was tangled up with a billionaire, who I’d once thought was my enemy. I chewed on my bottom lip. What I really liked were the glimpses of the man beneath the polished veneer. One I suspected he didn’t show many people.

No time for daydreaming about Kavner. Slipping my phone away, I headed down between a row of containers. Right now, I needed to focus on my job.