The Quiz link follows a sneak peek at Chapter One:
Chocolate casualties in heart-shaped boxes collided as she elbowed her way through the crowded deli, reaching for the dispenser at the same time as the handsome stranger. A zap zinged her finger, and she withdrew her hand suddenly. Had the machine malfunctioned or was it the derma-transmitter she’d just embedded near his thumb?
“Thank you,” she blushed, looking up at his height, embarrassed the reflection in his specs caught her slumming in sweats while he was freshly spruced in a suit and Old Spice. No fair either that she felt the mesmerizing pull into those Baryshnikov baby blues! Getting lost in that ceil sea, time stood still.
“Allow me.” The whir of the receipt reeled her back in as he retrieved her ticket, then punched his own.
“Ah, my lucky number,” she sang, holding up twenty-two, just to say something.
“Michael Jordan’s—twenty-three!” He flashed his placeholder with a smile. She must have looked blank because he continued, “Not a basketball fan, I take it.”
Her burgundy ponytail flopped like a fish when she shook her head.
He was riveted by an odd scar below the nape of her neck. A cigar burn or bullet wound, he wasn’t sure. “C’mon, you’re wearing the Wizards! Surely you’ve heard about the best player of all time—Chicago Bulls, retired, opened steak houses, unretired to play here in the capital. Space Jam movie with Bugs Bunny…”
Laughing at all the absurd references, she clutched her tattered tee. “This old thing? I’m not much into sorcery, and I certainly hope he didn’t use those bulls for steak. I recently moved here from Europe.”
“Ah, that explains it! I was beginning to think you were from outer space.”
“Maybe I’ll rent it. I’m watching movies to brush up on culture and all your interesting phrases.”
“I think you’ll like if you’re a fan of Looney Tunes.”
“I think the French skunk is cute. Or… maybe it’s because love stinks.” Her voice trailed off, and her shy smile practically dented the can of sardines in her basket. She felt off game flirting with him but what choice did she have when he was her latest mark.
“Good one,” he hooted, eyeing the swinging Cupids above their heads. “Unless you’ve been jilted?” She squirmed at his sympathetic scrutiny, so he changed the subject. “Your English is fine, though. Where do you hail from?”
Just then the butcher bellowed her number, lucky indeed.
How well do you know secret agents Lee and Galaxy? Buy the book (amazon.com) available for Kindle and paperback, devour the pages, then click the link to take the quiz at quizbean, below. (It takes several moments to load so no worries. When the login pops up, make a quick username and password to enter.)
Behind Frenemy Lines Quiz