The Spy Who Loves Me by Julie Kenner Read Free Book Online

realization—she was in the heart of suburbia, and she didn’t have a thing to wear. Black leather simply wasn’t the fashion statement she wanted to make.
    â€œHan,” she said. “Do you read me?” No answer. Probably out of range. Which meant that her plan to have Brandon deliver her something fun and flirty and sure to catch Finn’s attention was out the window. Unless…
    She shifted into gear and headed forward, finding a nice, normal-looking station wagon to park behind. She killed the engine, then bent over and pulled her helmet off, welcoming the cool rush of air as her hair tumbled loose. She lowered the kick-stand, tossed her leg over the bike, and dismounted. Then she twisted the latch and lifted the seat to reveal the storage compartment underneath. Thank you, Linus.
    The compartment was bigger than it looked from the outside, and it was filled with a variety of clear vacuum-packed bags, each with a purple label bearing a photo of the enclosed clothing item, along with the bisected compass logo that identified Unit 7 property.
    Despite the fact that Linus Klondike had been with the Unit since the Paleolithic Age, he’d managed to pull together several fashionable and versatile male and female wardrobes. One bag contained what appeared from the photo to be a full-length evening dress complete with a sequined bodice. Another held a cute little silk outfit with walking shorts, a blouse, a jacket, and matching sandals. Not bad. Amber pulled that one out and continued to rummage.
    At the very bottom, behind a black unitard accessorized with a red scarf, she found the perfect Sexy Girl Next-Door outfit. Ignoring the passing cars and other signs of neighborhood life, she went to work behind the station wagon. Less than two minutes later she was completely transformed. A blue and white sweater hugged her chest, the V-style neckline showing sufficient cleavage aided by a handy little bra that lifted and smooshed. Her midriff was bare, the ankle-length blue pants hugging her hips and staying in place with a two-inch wide belt that looked like something out of the Mod Squad but was, she knew, back in fashion. A tiny purse and low-heeled sandals completed the outfit.
    She took one last look around to confirm that no one had noticed her little costume change, and then rolled up her leather outfit and locked it in the seat compartment. Her gun was too big for the tiny handbag, so she locked that up, too. Her Montblanc pen, she kept, moving it from the inside pocket of her leather jacket to the purse. The thing was simply too handy to leave behind.
    Finally ready, she stood up straight, tossed her shoulders back…and headed off to catch herself a man.
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    Finn sat in his car until the last strains of Paul Simon’s “Kodachrome” died out and the DJ finished his spiel about the song. Finn told himself that he was simply enjoying a favorite tune, but that was a load of bull. Instead, he was putting off the inevitable confession to his best friend that he’d behaved like a complete and utter ass.
    â€œYou Light Up My Life” started up next, a song that grated on Finn’s nerves. He took that as a sign to get out of the car. The yard sale was going strong, clusters of people milling about, inspecting each and every item as if it might be fodder for the next episode of Antiques Roadshow.
    Finn scanned the small crowd, locating Jacey and Millie on the wraparound porch. Someone had lugged a television outside, and Finn could see that the women were engrossed. Neither of the women noticed him, but he caught a line from the movie they were watching— I’m too old for this shit. Finn smiled. He should have known they’d be watching Lethal Weapon.
    He crossed the lawn, cutting catty-corner in front of the house from the driveway to the area where David had set up the yard sale. As Finn approached, David was making change for a tall woman in an oversized flannel