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Sarai glanced at Coco. “That’s Wyatt?”
She nodded.
“And—?”
Coco shook her head. “And please don’t say anything.”
Sarai raised an eyebrow, looking over her shoulder to where Wyatt was sliding onto the bench next to Mikka. “I don’t think I need to. One look in the mirror…although, your man looks pretty beat up.”
“He’s not my man anymore.”
“Mmmhmm,” Sarai said.
Seeing him trying to steal one of Mikka’s cookies, making her son laugh, Coco very much wanted him to be.
Coco hadn’t a clue how this was going to turn out, but she feared to dream.
As Sarai drew Mikka’s blood, Wyatt held him between his legs, his big arm around Mikka, his voice in his ear. Coco cried with Mikka’s tears, and shoot, if Wyatt didn’t have tears running down his cheeks, too, at Mikka’s whimpers.
“I’ll take this down to the hospital and ask them to run the right tests,” Sarai said, putting the vials into her purse.
The door buzzed, and she went to let York in.
“Can we use your internet?” York asked as he came in. “Kat needs to do some work.”
Oh. Right. RJ’s information.
“Computer is in the office,” Sarai said. “Password is this long number written on a Post-it on the desk.”
“Kind of defeats the purpose—” York started, but Coco gave him a look.
“Thanks,” Coco said.
“Vitya has a bunch of trucks in his room, and if you want, Zia has books in hers. I’ll be back with dinner.”
Sarai let herself out.
Wyatt picked up Mikka and tossed him over his shoulder. “We’re going to go zoom-zoom.” He headed down the hall in search of what Coco thought might be the trucks.
Zoom-zoom.
Oh, that was too cute for her own good.
York motioned with his head down the hall.
“So, I checked in with Yanna, our favorite FSB agent, about Natalya and she said that she’s been rogue from the FSB for six weeks.”
“What?” Coco pulled out a chair in front of the desk, running the mouse to activate Roman’s laptop.
“Yeah. Apparently, your father’s been practically apoplectic about it, and the FSB has been trying to find her.”
“Not looking hard enough.”
“She killed two of her men before she left.”
Coco didn’t want to suppose who. She knew most of the agents on her father’s detail.
She logged on with Roman’s crazy sixteen-digit random password and accessed the internet. “Here’s hoping that my cloud hasn’t been hacked.”