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“Wait...what?” Brian said. He looked between Baz and Yvgeny.
“My car was blown up after I visited the NYPD precinct where Nika works,” Baz said. “Speaking of which, I need to go there. I do not want to have to go through another nightmare like the last time.”
“The last time?” Brian asked. “You mean when Detective Johansen was kidnapped...oh. Shit.”
“I think he’s beginning to connect the dots,” Yvgeny said to Baz.
“I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, Yvgeny,” Baz replied. He turned to Brian. “Do yourself a favor, kid. Wear a ballistic vest.”
“Inside?”
“Inside, outside, when you’re asleep.” Baz patted the younger man on the shoulder. “Especially when you’re asleep.”
Chapter Ten
Whoever invented hot showers deserved a Nobel Prize. Sam angled her head so the hot water slid down her bruised face, shoulders, and arms. Even her knuckles hurt. She’d punched the asshat who’d grabbed her a couple of times before he started hitting her back.
She’d also tried some street fighting moves, but the guy had blocked her punches and kicks, then thrown her with ease into the fake ambulance. Like some kind of martial arts expert. She’d have been toast if Yvgeny hadn’t somehow instigated a crash and pulled the kidnapper off of her.
Yvgeny. The man confused the shit out of her. One moment he was a hard, ruthless, asshole, the next he was a caring and concerned man who was almost sweet. And even though he’d kissed her like a lover a few times, she still wasn’t sure she could handle him. He was a dangerous man. His family operated like the mafia, and they had enemies who were coming after them.
Had she gotten herself and Darlene mixed up in something that could get them killed?
She turned under the water and allowed it to beat against her back. It was surprisingly painful.
She had bruises fucking everywhere.
She sighed, finished her shower, and toweled off. She wrapped the bath sheet around herself and stepped out of the bathroom.
Yvgeny was standing in the bedroom.
She froze in the doorway, mesmerized by the expression on his face. His jaw was set in a hard line, his lips tight, but his eyes practically glowed with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
Desire uncurled inside her belly, warming parts of her a hot shower could never reach.
“You should leave,” she whispered.
“We’re running out of time to have that talk,” he said in a growly tone that made her want to drop the towel and let him feast on her while she feasted on him.
She sucked in a breath to argue that now wasn’t a good time, but her breathing had become rapid and erratic. And what air she’d breathed in was in a hopeless tangle in her lungs.
It took her a moment before she could remember how to speak. “I can’t have this conversation with you while I’m standing here in nothing but a towel.”
He grinned suddenly. “I’m enjoying it.”
That broke the spell of desire holding her immobile.
She rolled her eyes. At this rate, they were going to get sprained. “Out.”
He heaved a huge sigh, but walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Sam went to the closet. There wasn’t much in there beyond her paramedic uniform and black hotel security uniforms. She chose a security uniform. It matched her mood.
Once she dressed, she opened her door to find Yvgeny leaning against the wall.
He gave her a thorough once over. “Black suits you.”
“Yeah,” she said with a dry tone. “I wore it just for you.”