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No, him also because he groaned against her mouth and pulled her tight against him.

Still kissing her.

She’d never been kissed like this before.

But then again, she’d never been on a train in the middle of Russia, running for her life, in the care of a dangerous and yet safe man.

York.She twined her arm around his neck, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He tasted of the sweet frosting from tonight’s cake and the bite of tea and smelled of the night breeze on his skin and…her body was turning into a sweet mess of desire and warmth under his touch.

He drew in a breath and leaned back. His breath came out hard as he stared at her. Silence.

He looked at her again, something almost raw, even panicked on his face. “I’m not…I don’t…” He shook his head. “What is it about you that I can’t seem to shake?”

She stilled.

“You drive me crazy. And yet…” His eyes found hers, and he traced the pad of his thumb along her lips. “This is probably a very bad idea.”

“Probably,” she whispered, nodding.

“Definitely,” he said, moving back toward her, his lips brushing hers.

“Absolutely,” she whispered and took his mouth, daring to be the one to pull him close. To be brave and invincible and—

He stiffened in her arms and yanked away. Glanced up past her.

She turned. Oh—

A man stood at the door of the other car, illuminated in the light. Dark shirt, dark pants. But the light glinted off a knife.

He opened the door to the other car.

York pushed her behind him. “Run, RJ.Run.”

And heaven help her, she obeyed.

The hurry up and wait was killing him.

It had taken the FSB six painful hours to issue them new visas. Scarlett’s matched the alias on her new passport.

Yanna had taken them to a secure flat where Scarlett had showered and changed clothes. Meanwhile, Ford had gotten hold of Ham, still in Ukraine, and they’d mapped out possible escape routes. One involved taking a train to Kazakhstan, another mapped them through southern Russia, another continued the trip all the way to Vladivostok.

None of them contained the urgency Ford wanted.

Ford had showered too, but it only set his body on edge, awakened to the frustration of being so close and having RJ fall from his hands. He felt like he was trapped in the dark cave with his sister, knowing escape was close and just couldn’t seem to find it.

Now, the plane shook as it hit a pocket of turbulence, and next to him on the Aeroflot flight, Scarlett grabbed his hand.

“Are you sure this thing is going to stay in the air?” She looked over at him with a sort of wide-eyed panic.

No. Not in the least. But the Aeroflot flight was their only option this late at night. They’d be cutting it close to meet the train in Yekaterinburg. They’d have to race off the flight, grab a taxi, get to the train station, and board the Trans-Siberian train all in less than an hour.

He’d seriously debated leaving Scarlett in Moscow.

But it felt a little like taking his heart out of his chest, leaving it behind.

Although as he glanced at her now, her eyes closed, her head back, enduring the turbulence, that’s what it would be like, wouldn’t it? Leaving her behind while he deployed?

It was one thing to leave his family. Another to leave the woman he loved—