“Why didn’t you tell me whose family this tour was with?”

I blinked at the hint of annoyance in his voice.  “And I’m thrilled to see you, too.  I did tell you…when we talked on the phone I told you, a woman named Vita Spinella and her family.  She’s the spokesperson, and it’s her show.”

“The feisty one with the cane?”

Just envisioning the woman made me grin.  “She’s the one.”  He’d either seen or heard about the recent events in Customs.

He shook his head, his lips compressed into a thin line.  “Spinella.  No wonder I didn’t put it together.”

“Didn’t put what together?”

His frown formed a deep crease between his brows.  I adored that cute little crease.  “I told you I was working a case in Italy.”

“I know.  I accepted this gig, against my better judgment, I might add, because you encouraged me to take the assignment.”

“Encouraged you?  How?”

“Nearly five weeks without seeing each other is a long time for us,” I pointed out, trying not to look down at the rather obvious evidence that his male parts didn’t need reminding.  “You didn’t think I’d take the risk of being sent somewhere else while you were in Italy, did you?  What’s the problem?”

“You’re walking all over my assignment again.”

“Your assignment?”  My jaw dropped to flycatcher mode.  “You mean my tourists have something to do with the case you’re investigating?  How was I supposed to know?  Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I can’t discuss it.  My investigation may or may not have anything to do with your tour.”
Oh, man.  Were we back to the need-to-know rule again?  My shoulders twitched with annoyance.  I thought by now he trusted me with at least some information. 

“Hmm, so you mentioned it to remind me you can’t tell me anything?”  I planted my fists on my hips, attack mode.  “You’ve said that before.  I hope this time your case really doesn’t have anything to do with me, because, quite frankly, I don’t think I can deal with a repeat of the Spain-Morocco trip.”

One of Will’s eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline.  “Meaning?”