gleaming eyes, scanning everywhere. After a thorough scan his eyes hardened, lethal. “Где ты, трус,”
Where are you, coward...
No reply. He read the information, decoding, deciphering—residual...just a remnant from her vision before...only a shell...
but something else...
“Trin?”
His head jerked toward the bathroom door where Sam now stood in shorts and a tank top, her powerful yet dainty body hesitant at his demeanor.
She put a hand on the door frame, her thick dark hair falling past her shoulders. “Is everything okay?”
His formidable frame relaxed but moved toward her without hesitation. Resting his hands on her shoulders he said, “Everything’s fine. Are you okay?”
She looked up into his face. “I’m fine, why?”
He stared at her a moment. “Just making sure,” he said. “Got everything you need?”
Sam glanced around, nodding. “Yeah...you?”
“I’m good.”
She glanced sideways. “You sure?”
“He nodded once. “I’m sure. He turned his head to the door and extended a hand.
Sam cracked a smile, lowered her head and walked in. She rounded the bed and sat down.
She glanced up to find him still standing in the doorway.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
Sam patted the opposite side of her bed. “As close as I can get you,” she said.
Trin stared a moment, a slight upward twitch at the corner of his mouth, eyes glinting. He let out a breath. “You’re the boss.” He crossed the room pulling his shirt over his head. Sam tried not to stare as his spectacular muscles worked beneath his tanned skin, pulling the shirt right side out and draping it over her chair. He sat down on the bed and laid back. Sam snuggled underneath the comforter, eyeing thelean muscular body lying next to hers. “Trin you can get under the covers,” she said. “Really it’s okay.”
Trin stared at the ceiling a moment, then pushed the quilt underneath him and slid under the sheet. He lay back on the pillow and turned his head to her. His electric eyes inches away from hers, once again—a genuine concern gleaming in his light irises. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
Sam smirked. “You mean you can’t tell?”
He looked to the ceiling and grinned. “Clever.”
Her heart melted. “Thanks for staying,” she said.
He turned his face to hers. “I’ll stay whenever you need me to.”
Sam let out a deep breath. “I really am scared,” she said, “...you...make it go away.”
He watched her a moment then rolled to his side, placing a large gentle hand on her cheek. “I meant what I said earlier,” he said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know you won’t.” She placed her hand on his, feeling the uncanny electrical charge flood her skin. “I can feel it.”
Their eyes lingered for what seemed like forever. Trin pushed his fingers through her hair and said, “Get some sleep, Sam.” But his eyes said something more.
So did hers.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
V italy entered the large office building in the center of the city and headed for the elevators. He no longer looked the part of a recon soldier. He had returned from Germany and was on his way to see Mikhail.
A picture of professional elegance, he dressed in attire tailored to accentuate his extraordinary physique; dark brown Zanella slacks and a white button down Canali dress shirt underneath a light blue cashmere sweater that slightly revealed a classic gold Patek Philippe watch. Polished Ferragamo shoes finished the look, accentuating his distinguished refinement, blending well with the other professional occupants, or so it seemed.
He strode through the spacious corridor, casually passing scores of preoccupied professionals busily going about their day. The expansive entryway floors were exquisite golden veined marble that continued up the walls. Designated sitting areas adorned with beautiful, rich cherry wood furniture and plush ornate rugs graced the massive foyers that spread out to either
Where are you, coward...
No reply. He read the information, decoding, deciphering—residual...just a remnant from her vision before...only a shell...
but something else...
“Trin?”
His head jerked toward the bathroom door where Sam now stood in shorts and a tank top, her powerful yet dainty body hesitant at his demeanor.
She put a hand on the door frame, her thick dark hair falling past her shoulders. “Is everything okay?”
His formidable frame relaxed but moved toward her without hesitation. Resting his hands on her shoulders he said, “Everything’s fine. Are you okay?”
She looked up into his face. “I’m fine, why?”
He stared at her a moment. “Just making sure,” he said. “Got everything you need?”
Sam glanced around, nodding. “Yeah...you?”
“I’m good.”
She glanced sideways. “You sure?”
“He nodded once. “I’m sure. He turned his head to the door and extended a hand.
Sam cracked a smile, lowered her head and walked in. She rounded the bed and sat down.
She glanced up to find him still standing in the doorway.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
Sam patted the opposite side of her bed. “As close as I can get you,” she said.
Trin stared a moment, a slight upward twitch at the corner of his mouth, eyes glinting. He let out a breath. “You’re the boss.” He crossed the room pulling his shirt over his head. Sam tried not to stare as his spectacular muscles worked beneath his tanned skin, pulling the shirt right side out and draping it over her chair. He sat down on the bed and laid back. Sam snuggled underneath the comforter, eyeing thelean muscular body lying next to hers. “Trin you can get under the covers,” she said. “Really it’s okay.”
Trin stared at the ceiling a moment, then pushed the quilt underneath him and slid under the sheet. He lay back on the pillow and turned his head to her. His electric eyes inches away from hers, once again—a genuine concern gleaming in his light irises. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
Sam smirked. “You mean you can’t tell?”
He looked to the ceiling and grinned. “Clever.”
Her heart melted. “Thanks for staying,” she said.
He turned his face to hers. “I’ll stay whenever you need me to.”
Sam let out a deep breath. “I really am scared,” she said, “...you...make it go away.”
He watched her a moment then rolled to his side, placing a large gentle hand on her cheek. “I meant what I said earlier,” he said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know you won’t.” She placed her hand on his, feeling the uncanny electrical charge flood her skin. “I can feel it.”
Their eyes lingered for what seemed like forever. Trin pushed his fingers through her hair and said, “Get some sleep, Sam.” But his eyes said something more.
So did hers.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
V italy entered the large office building in the center of the city and headed for the elevators. He no longer looked the part of a recon soldier. He had returned from Germany and was on his way to see Mikhail.
A picture of professional elegance, he dressed in attire tailored to accentuate his extraordinary physique; dark brown Zanella slacks and a white button down Canali dress shirt underneath a light blue cashmere sweater that slightly revealed a classic gold Patek Philippe watch. Polished Ferragamo shoes finished the look, accentuating his distinguished refinement, blending well with the other professional occupants, or so it seemed.
He strode through the spacious corridor, casually passing scores of preoccupied professionals busily going about their day. The expansive entryway floors were exquisite golden veined marble that continued up the walls. Designated sitting areas adorned with beautiful, rich cherry wood furniture and plush ornate rugs graced the massive foyers that spread out to either
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