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Darcy woke up to a ridiculously loud guitar riff and drums. Eliot swore and shifted underneath her on the couch to fish the ringing monstrosity out of his pocket.
“Ugh, why do you have such a terrible ringtone?” Darcy mumbled as she buried her face into his chest.
“Whatever. “Hot for Teacher” is a classic.”
She didn’t bother to rouse herself for a witty rebuttal as he’d finally gotten the phone out and answered it. Well, grumbled into it.
“What?”
She couldn’t tell who was on the other end but she heard Eliot’s growl a mere thirty seconds into the conversation and figured it was probably someone from his team.
“Dammit, Hardison!”
Bingo.
“I told you this was gonna happen.”
Darcy lifted her head to peer at Eliot; his eyes gone squinty as he paused to listen.
“No, I’m not helping you out with this one. If you’re so worried about Nate finding out, get Parker to help you.”
Eliot hung up and tossed his phone onto the coffee table with a grunt.
“If you need to go take care of something, I can head out.”
“Nah, you’re good. Hardison can learn from this one on his own.”
“You sure? I don’t want get in the way of any team bonding experiences.”
Darcy put her hand on Eliot’s chest and began to push herself to a sitting position, but he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back down so to bury his face in her hair.
“Please stay,” he murmured squeezing her tighter.
It wasn’t often that he was this sweet, so who was she to argue?
“On one condition,” she teased as she settled back against him.
“What’s that?”
“You’re making me a cheesecake later.”