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“Umm, can I just say that I have never been more turned on than I am right now, at this very moment?”
Phil glanced over at the young woman who had just walked through the door of the convenience store. He sighed, “Darcy, I told you to stay in the car.”
Darcy ambled into the store looking incredibly unconcerned, “Well, yeah, but you didn’t tell me you were going to be in here kicking ass and looking all hot and shit.”
Phil just arched an eyebrow at her as he went back to tying up the two robbers. Idiots. He glanced up at the girl who was watching him with a small grin, “How long were you standing outside the doors?”
“Oh, pretty much since I saw them walk in. They looked sketchy as hell.”
Phil rubbed a hand across his forehead, “So you decided to follow the two sketchy looking men with guns into the store? Instead of just sitting in the car.”
The blank Agent look on his face told Darcy just what he thought of that idea. She shrugged, “Basically. They didn’t see me. And I totally had 911 dialed on my phone, ready to call. I just figured you could easily take on two dummies like that. And I wanted to watch it happen.”
“Your confidence in my skills is noted and appreciated. However, you are going to give me a stress ulcer one of these days with all of the trouble you seem to find yourself in.”
Darcy held up her hands in innocence, “Hey! This one wasn’t me. Lab accidents, assholes getting tased in bars, anything that happens after I’ve been drinking with Clint? I take full responsibility for those,” she pointed between the two unconscious men on the floor, “But this? No sir, convenience store robbers are totally not my fault!”
Phil finished securing the two men and stood, turning to the lady working behind the counter, “Let us just get our stuff and then it would be a good time to call 911.”
He turned to Darcy, but she had already started wandering the aisles, filling her arms with candy and junk food, “You do know it’s only about another hour drive, right?”
“Well, yeah. But I’m starving. Also, once we get there I plan on not leaving the bed for little more than a quick snack,” Darcy shot back with a wink.
Phil gave the clerk an apologetic smile as he waited. Finally, Darcy ambled back to the counter and set down all of the treats she’d picked out for them, dramatically putting down two packages each of the powdered and chocolate donuts.
“Those mine?” Phil wondered as he opened his wallet to pay.
“Yep. Got you both. On account of you being a hero and all,” Darcy leaned upwards and popped a soft kiss on his cheek.
Leaving behind a stunned cashier and two unconscious thieves, Phil and Darcy made their way out to the car. Phil climbed in and saw Darcy looking at him in curiosity.
“What?”
She faced forward with a smirk, “You didn’t want to stay and micro-manage the whole situation?”
Phil chuckled, “That doesn’t sound like me at all. And, no. I would like to keep everyone totally unaware of what I’m doing with my week off and who I’m doing it with, and you and I both know how easily that information could get out if I’m caught playing ‘hero’ at a convenience store.”
She grinned, “Oh, I know. You guys are relentless.”
They drove on in silence, before Darcy spoke reverently, “The thing with the flour, though. So badass.”