His favorite handgun was scattered on his lap on top of the oily rag that he used to clean the nooks and crannies.His last job was a bit of a cock-up ...but the mistakes were not his to own up to. The novice spotter was so nervous she didn't see the unmistakable look of the undercover police shadowing the target and he walked right into the middle of a glorious trap hot on the trail of the IRA shadow operations on the outskirts of Belfast. By the time he was alerted to the fact he was in the. Her eyes wandered over his athletic frame, taking the opportunity to really see him, close and unmoving. Whether he was a fine physical specimen wasn't as important as the warmth of his jacket. A shiver ran through her, pointing her best features through the thin material of her dress.As if reading her thoughts, he took off his blue jacket and moved to sweep it over her shoulders. Antje watched, appreciating his unspoken attentiveness. The insulated, cargo-master material warmed her shoulders. " This felt off to me, and Lord help my career if this poor fellow did something nuts afterward."No... I've seen them... It's like... can we just try... please."I hate whining."Ok, Lucas. We'll try. But I'm going to need you to look at me."His eyes had drifted to my legs. Good taste, they were nestled in their most flattering emerald green business skirt with the slit hem for style and comfort. He startled, embarrassed, and brought his head back to look at me directly. I tensed briefly as his. He pulled out a beer and a can of squash, opened both and handed ‘Tanaya her drink. He raised his can and took a long drink before letting out a sigh of appreciation. ‘I bet it tastes good, a year must be a long time to go between drinks.’ ‘Tanaya said faintly. ‘Yeah it is but that’s in the past now.’ Brad said before taking several more deep swallows of beer. ‘So are we all going out on the town tonight or are you planning a quiet night in?’ ‘Tanaya asked as she slowed the vehicle for a sharp.