"At least he paid for the drinks," Auggie said, raising his beer to his lips.
"I guess," Annie said, keeping eyes on Calder Michaels all the way out the door.
"Hey, quick question," Auggie turned to her. "Who shot JR?"
Annie's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, one second you're sending up red flags, the next, there's a dead body and the sheriff of Medellin is buying us drinks. Fill in the gaps, would you?"
"I-I really don't know," Annie said honestly. "I don't think Michaels fired the shot. He didn't have a gun on him, at least that I could see."
"Do you think he knew the gunman?"
Annie replayed the scene in her mind. "It's a possibility."
"Every sheriff has a posse," Auggie sighed. "It doesn't seem beyond his means. Or his morals."
"Do you know him?" Annie asked.
"I do now."
"No, I mean... from before this meeting?"
"What?"
"The way Michaels acted... I don't know, it could be nothing, but he seemed to know who you were. He ignored you and spoke directly to me the entire time, but the way he touched your shoulder on his way out..."
"Eh, chalk it up to first date jitters," Auggie dismissed it with another sip of his beer. "People are weird."
"When he asked us if we'd ever been on a mission to Colombia, you didn't say anything."
"It wasn't that kind of a mission," Auggie said firmly. "It was a favor, really. And it wasn't any of his business."
Annie considered this for a moment. "Was it any of my business?"
"Absolutely not." Auggie stood and unfurled his cane. "Now, enough about work. You just told Michaels we're here on vacation. I vote you and I stick to our cover."
...
They didn't get far- what was supposed to be a quick shower turned into a long soak for two. Once they were finally ready to go back out, they were so exhausted that they collapsed on the bed.
Annie snuggled into Auggie's side as he retrieved his computer equipment from his bag and began to set up.
"Is this where the magic happens?" she asked.
"You've seen me hack before, haven't you?" Auggie grinned.
"Yes, in Barcelona," Annie said, perching behind him and tracing her fingers along his back. "It was a real cockblock then, too."
Auggie's expression was a mix of amusement and incredulity. "Did you just use the word 'cockblock'? Man, this day has been very revealing. Pun intended."
Annie rested her head between his shoulder blades, her cheek pressed up against his tattoo. She liked seeing him like this, all of him, without the pretenses of professionalism and platonic friendship. She expected he liked exploring, too, without the barriers of social acceptability. She wondered how long he'd felt stifled, having to keep his hands to himself.
He deftly navigated the bank's security system, the muffled sounds of rapid text coming from his headphones. Within ten minutes, he was closing the laptop once again.
"Are you finished?" Annie asked, surprised.
"I'm done for tonight," Auggie said, turning and finding her mouth for a kiss.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"I can wait."
...
The next morning dawned bright, in sight and sound. Annie and Auggie dressed quickly and found an open cafe.
"I'm starving," Annie said between bites.
"I bet," Auggie chuckled. "You're jet lagged, too, I can hear it on you."
"Aren't you?"
"I don't get jet lagged," Auggie shrugged.
"Easy, tough guy," Annie laughed. "That might come back to bite you."
"I like waking up next to you," he commented.
She blushed deeply, taking a long sip of her coffee. "Me too," she said finally.
He grinned, eyebrows flicking up and back down as he took another bite of breakfast, and she felt the butterflies go ballistic in her stomach. She didn't care if this was the honeymoon phase. It was all new, and it was all good.
