"So you and the Agent seem pretty tight."
Kyla and Gretel strolled the aisles at the flea market side by side.
Kyla shrugged but failed to stop a blush from creeping into her cheeks. "He's okay, I guess."
Gretel gave her a nudge on the shoulder. "Just okay?"
"Okay fine," she laughed. "He's incredibly okay."
Gretel wiggled her brows. "I know. I got an eyeful of that chest this morning."
Kyla paused and turned to her. "What?"
"The other one placed an order for food." Gretel lifted her shoulders casually. "I delivered it myself and your Agent opened the door. I think he'd just come back from a run. He was sweaty all over that broad chest."
Kyla smiled. "When I said he was incredible, that wasn't what I meant. But yeah, his body is pretty amazing, too."
"I'm probably not supposed to tell you this, but he didn't say not to, and you know I can't keep a secret, especially not from you…"
"What?"
