The End of Tomorrow Read Online Free

world. Not even by accident. I had ended those accidental fuckings. We hadn’t done one in ages, but the thought of the previous ones still stopped my heart and then quickened it with desire.
    “I’m coming.” I glanced at the tense look in Coop’s steely blue eyes and nodded, not so much at him but just in general.
    “You need to consider what we will see when we get there.” His voice was firm as if he were giving me an order.
    “I don't care.” I shook my head. “I’m going to take it as it comes and pray we aren’t put into a situation that's worse than the others we’ve already survived.”
    “Fine.” He stood abruptly, not looking pleased by my choice, but it was still my choice. He might have been my superior at work, but I could tell the order was coming from the guy having the relationship with me. As my boss he had no reason at all to try to make me stay behind. Not since I had saved his ass, last time we were counting. He still had scars from the bullet that should have ended his life.
    We wiped down the room, as always. We left it stripped and ready for housekeeping. We looked like we might be polite and were helping the hotel staff out, but honestly, we didn't like leaving behind traces of ourselves.
    Not that there was much on the bed. We hadn’t made love since the kitchen, and there had been no love involved there.
    He didn't take my hand as we walked down the hall, and he didn't say goodbye when he left me in the hallway. He just hurried his pace and grabbed his own cab, leaving me like he normally would. Only it didn't feel normal.
    When I boarded the plane I was fortunate to be sitting next to an older lady who was content to show me pictures of her grandkids and tell me about the garden she had grown in the summer. She reminded me of my mother, before my mother had confessed to being an international spy and assassin.
    Now I saw her more as something from a movie. She wasn’t soft, she wasn’t sweet, and she didn't ever let anyone off the hook. The whole thing was insane and bizarre, and yet somehow true. Finding out my parents were both spies was about the biggest lie I had ever been the victim of. Bigger than the affairs my husband had before he died. Bigger than the lies the government told the rest of the world. Bigger than the lie I told myself about my feelings for a man who was too dangerous for my own good.
    Coop had taken the flight before me, just an hour earlier. He was meeting Luce and Jack in London at Heathrow, and they were all meeting me in Norwich. We were then flying from Norwich to Dubai on a private jet.
    It would have been exciting, had it been for any other reason than the one we were traveling for. No one ever said being a spy was fun, no one who actually did the job. The rest of the world saw James Bond and Mission Impossible and believed it was all glamour, sex, and disguises. The movies rarely filled people in on the dirty side, like letting a piece-of-shit cartel rat put his dick in your mouth because it served the greater good. The image of stabbing the last man who had done that to me made me feel ever so slightly less dirty.
    My mind drifted as the older woman rattled on and eventually I was asleep.
    When I woke, the plane was landing in Norwich.
    I cleared customs as Barbara Newton, a Canadian on vacation and visiting her great aunt who was on her deathbed. When I rounded the corner to the baggage claim, my bag caught my eye. Not because it was lime green and bulging from being stuffed to the max with vacation clothing, but because the hand holding it made my thighs tighten and my heart race.
    Not a single woman in the world could say that Gustavo Servario wasn't the most beautiful man on the planet.
    His firm grip and large body made me quiver at the sight. My gaze didn't lift to his face. I didn't need to see it or the smug look upon it. He would grin and flash his dimples and I would be done for.
    I knew his hand well enough to know it was him holding my