“She almost killed you,” she says in a choked voice. Her soft lips stiffen, and her gaze fills with pure hatred. “Not directly, but the information she gave to the Ukrainians led to it, yes.” If Lucas hadn’t decided to take charge of the situation, I would’ve sent someone to Moscow to take care of the traitor-if the Russians hadn’t done it for me first, that is.Īs Nora digests that information, I see her expression changing, darkening. My pet is just getting over her nightmares, and the last thing I want is to trigger a relapse.Īs I speak, Nora’s eyes grow wide. “The girl is the Russian interpreter who sold us out to the Ukrainians,” I explain, carefully watching Nora’s reaction. I didn’t want Nora exposed to that drama, but it looks like I can’t avoid it. “We did yesterday.” Pulling the blanket around herself, Nora sits up and gives me a determined look. “And why were you passing by? You don’t normally walk in that area.”

“Were you now?” Propping myself up on my elbow, I study her, noting the flush on her face. passing by.” She glances up at me through her lashes. “Rosa and I saw her yesterday.” Nora seems reluctant to meet my gaze. Before I can do anything, however, she distracts me by speaking. My body reacts predictably, my morning erection stiffening to a painful hardness. She drapes her leg over my thigh and burrows even closer, rubbing her nose against my chest. Even though I see her every day, I want more. Sometimes it feels like the time we have together is not enough. “I am.” Giving in to a momentary impulse, I pull her close, wrapping my arms tightly around her. Hearing my movements, she rolls over in bed and gives me a sleepy smile. Given the late night in the office, I sleep longer than usual, and when I wake up, Nora is already stirring. She’s terrified about the future, and as much as I want to reassure her, I can’t tell her that everything will be all right.īecause deep inside, I’m just as terrified as she is. Her tone is light, but I can hear the fear underneath the sarcasm.

Now all I need to do is give birth and raise the child.” “Right.” Her eyes gleam black in the soft light of the bedside lamp. It means she’s that much closer to acceptance, to finally admitting that the baby is a fact of our lives. “Good.” I find it strangely satisfying, knowing that Nora finally took this step. “He wasn’t on the call, but Mom said she’ll talk to him.”

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