Prologue can be found here.
"Good afternoon to you, too, darlin'" He touched her finger that was still pointed at his chest, "Still manage to scare the day out of me, I see."
She smiled. Too sweetly.
"Are you trying to get us killed? Not a good day to die, you say?" She grabbed his newspaper and pretended to find anything interesting in the headline. Some creep robbed some poor bank. Some died in a car crash.
"I have to admit I have no idea what you're saying, darling." He brushed off easily, "and if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend, presumably more important than pretty lady like you."
"Not so fast, Morocco."
She loosen the bow of her large brimming hat, took it off and stole a quick kiss on his lips before resorting to a look called calm.
He's quite taken aback, especially considering that that kiss might be a sealed deal to unknown party, confirming that he is indeed the target. "Lola, that's not very kind of you, darling."
She rolled her eyes, "If you're thinking that you could disappeared again after seeing me, you must be mad."
"This needs to be done, then," He sighed and cursed, grabbed her hands and pulled her onto him, before resuming to his earlier brisk walk, "Hate to say this, Lola love, but I seriously not in agreeable mood right now."
"Where are we going?"