She heard a flirtatious voice in the next room – fuck knew she could recognize that a hectare away after her last career. A flirtatious voice interrupted by a not so seductive declaration of needing to shit.

Fanny had been lucky. That could have been her.

Instead, she was standing here with someone’s family jewels where a shocked Crane thought Coburn’s family jewels were. Oh! The charade was worth it. Kind of.

She heard a Scottish reply that she couldn’t decide whether it was horny or not about, and glanced their way to see him watching them right back.

“I could,” Officer Coburn insisted, boyishly, eys sliding back to Crane like he was offering to share lunch. “She’s a cutie. You could use a roll.”