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“I’m going back there to get him. I’m going to take him to Khabarovsk and have Sarai test him.”
“What about the doctors here?”
“What about them?” She rounded on him. “This is my son. And I’m sorry, but the medical care in America is…well, it’s light years ahead of the care here. If he’s sick, we’re going to America.”
He stood up. “Calm down. As far as I know, that woman who followed you is the only person Gustov sent after you. Mikka will be fine tonight. We’ll go back first thing in the morning and get him, okay?”
She looked up at him, her eyes big. Nodded. “We have security there, too, so…”
“See? He’s going to be fine. You look wiped out. Go to sleep. I’ll keep an eye out for trouble.”
She sank back onto the bed. Considered him a moment then rolled over onto her side. “You’re a good man, York. I can see why RJ loves you.”
She closed her eyes.
He sat on the bed, stared at his wrinkled hands, and tried not to let her words cut off his breathing.
Because maybe the very last person RJ should love was him, despite his feelings for her.
In fact, in his gut he knew he probably wasn’t the kind of man any woman should love.
6
“What are you going to do after you find her?”
The question came from Nat, who sat across from Wyatt. She had wound her hair up into a bun this morning and was reading a newspaper offered by the conductor when she’d trolleyed by with her food cart earlier.
Nat hadn’t tried, not even once, to suggest anything beyond their business arrangement. Just done her job, from helping him escape the train to purchasing him a ticket back to Khabarovsk. When they arrived, she hustled them through the station to catch yet another train, this one overnight.
What had happened to airplanes, he wanted to know, but when he’d asked, she’d told him no airplanes landed in Belogorsk.
It was a little like saying a plane wouldn’t land in Duluth, Minnesota. Although, yeah, he’d been there a few times and he wouldn’t want to land in Duluth, Minnesota, either.
“I don’t know,” he said now. He hadn’t gotten any further in his head beyond step one: find Coco.
Step two might be to convince her to come to America with him.
That was the extent of Wyatt’s plan as he tossed the night away on the hard berth of the sleeper car in their private coupe on the train to Belogorsk.
He spent some time thinking about Jace’s shouts as the train pulled away without Wyatt, hightailing it across some village train platform in the boonies of Far East Russia.
Wyatt might be in a smidgen of trouble when he got stateside.
Finding Coco was worth it.
Finding her, and getting to the bottom of why she’d say something as impossible and idiotic asJust forget about me.
He wasn’t that guy, and he was about to prove it. Maybe that’s all she wanted—a guy who wouldn’t let her go. Who chased after her.
He should have done that two years ago probably, instead of letting his hurt keep him paralyzed, cut off his breathing, and leave his heart in shreds. But he’d been young and stupid then.
Today, he was on a train to a remote town in the middle ofSiberia.
He’d bet Tate and Ford had never been to Siberia.
“She’ll be surprised to see you, no doubt.” Nat gave him a soft smile over the top of her newspaper. “Do you know why she’s in Belogorsk?”
He shook his head. “I was just told she was here.”