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“Damien—what was his name?”

“Gustov,” York said. He turned, his eyes fierce. “So now we’ve discovered who set you up.”

“And who was trying to kill General Stanislov.”

He nodded. “Now it’s time to get you out of the country.”

“But—” She got up. “Listen, this guy is still out there, still hunting the general—”

“And what are you going to do about it, Miss Analyst? Hunt him down with your savvy Sydney Bristow skills? You’d be dead in an hour.”

“What? No I wouldn’t. I can speak Russian just as well as you can. And sure, I don’t have ninja skills, but I’m not inept. I thought pretty fast on my feet last night, didn’t I?”

A flicker in his eyes, and he swallowed. Then he looked past her. “Kat, can you send a message to David? Tell him I’m coming in—with Miss Marshall.”

Coco gave a quick glance at RJ, then back to York. Nodded.

“York—” RJ started.

“We leave in an hour. I’m getting a shower.” He met her eyes then, something lethal and cold enough in his gaze to root her to the spot. “Don’t get any wild ideas about leaving.”

He headed to the bathroom.

“Wow.”

“Ignore him,” Coco said.

“What about the general? He needs to know he’s still in danger.”

“I can get a message to him.”

She could? Okay, but, “Can you get a message to my family? I doubt they’ve heard anything—it’s not like my mug shot made international news, but I don’t want them to worry, in case it did.”

Coco gave her a look. “I have news for you, Rubes. Your picture is on Interpol. You’re wanted worldwide.”

RJ reached for her chair.

“I think you need to do what York says and get out of the country ASAP. And don’t listen to him about not trusting anyone. You can trust me.AndYork.” She got up. “I think I can figure out a way to get a message to your family without alerting suspicion. In the meantime, go riffle through my closet and find a change of clothes. Something a little more…Russian.”

“I’m not wearing leather.”

Coco laughed. “How about a miniskirt and a cutoff sweater?”

“Now you’re just mocking our high school closet.”

Coco grinned, but she looked away, out the window. “So, how is he?”

He. Oh.Wyatt.

“He’s playing professional hockey for the Minnesota Blue Ox.”

“I know. I sorta…I watch the games, sometimes on YouTube.” She gave a wry smile. “But…does he…is he…” She sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

Oh, Coco. Because she’d never been able to hide how she felt about Wyatt. “Is he dating anyone?” RJ filled in for her. “No. Not that I know of.”

Coco lifted a shoulder. “It doesn’t matter. We had that…moment. And then…” She glanced at her. “Actually, that wasn’t the end of it.”

“What?”