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his warm mouth and hard body pressed against her...a single red point in the middle of his chest, splattered blood and torn flesh...
She swallowed against the fear the last image spread through her. What good would she be if someone really wanted to target Nikolai? She wasn't a field agent, she wasn't trained for this. She didn't know how to protect him. And the possibility that the fear could become reality scared her. But she couldn't walk away now, not when she was already involved.
"Yeah, I'll help."
Denny opened his mouth to object but was quickly silenced by a look from Howard. "Give her all the information she needs."
"Fine. But I want her armed at all times. And I want eyes on both of them, no exceptions." Denny looked at her, his eyes flat and empty. "And I want you on the range, at least an hour a day. Every day. You need to be able to shoot without hesitating."
Bobbi nodded, knowing she would need all the help she could get. Howard stood and gave her a long look, then spoke directly to Denny. "Now come up with a way for her to stay with Petrovich at all times. And I mean, at all times."
**
Bobbi stood on the front stoop, cursing the light that silhouetted her against the door. It felt like there was a target painted dead-center on her back, and she rolled her shoulders, knocking on the door again with the heel of her palm before looking behind her. The street looked deserted in both directions, with neither vehicle nor foot traffic.
But that meant nothing. Cars were parked up and down the street, silent and dark. Any of them would be a perfect hiding space. She knew for a fact that somewhere close by, one of them was a hiding space, for the team Denny had sent to watch Nikolai's house.
No, not Nikolai's house . Nikolai. And her. Them . At all times.
She still wasn't sure if that made her feel more at ease, or more uncomfortable.
The door finally opened, revealing Nikolai, alive, well, and in one piece. And obviously fresh from bed. He stood in front of her, his shaggy hair mussed, his eyes slightly squinting from the light...and wearing only a pair of running shorts, hanging loosely around his lips.
Her mouth went dry and she was momentarily struck speechless at the sight of all that gleaming bare skin and muscle. It wasn't until he spoke that she was actually able to pull her gaze to his face, and the worry in his eyes felt like a punch to her gut.
She was standing in his doorway, ogling him as he stood there, a clear target, and he was clearly worried about her. She shifted so she was more fully in front of him, blocking him as his gaze took in the large duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
"Um, the water line busted in my complex and they said it was going to be at least a week before it was fixed. I was wondering..." She paused, swallowing, feeling like an incompetent idiot. The story Denny had concocted felt so phony on her lips that she was sure Nikolai would see straight through it. "Um, I didn't have any place to stay and wondered...I know it's an imposition—"
Nikolai didn't let her finish, he just reached out and took her bag from her and pulled her inside, a small grin turning up the corners of his full mouth. He locked the door behind her and motioned her into the living room. "Nonsense. You will stay here."
She followed him into the room, her stomach knotting at the deception. It didn't matter that it was for his protection, didn't matter that he welcomed her and even seemed pleased at the idea. And it wasn't just the deception that bothered her, it was the fact that he was now in danger and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was responsible. Knowingly or not, somehow her being with him had brought the wrong kind of attention to him. And if anything happened to him, it was going to be her fault.
Denny was right, she didn't have the
She swallowed against the fear the last image spread through her. What good would she be if someone really wanted to target Nikolai? She wasn't a field agent, she wasn't trained for this. She didn't know how to protect him. And the possibility that the fear could become reality scared her. But she couldn't walk away now, not when she was already involved.
"Yeah, I'll help."
Denny opened his mouth to object but was quickly silenced by a look from Howard. "Give her all the information she needs."
"Fine. But I want her armed at all times. And I want eyes on both of them, no exceptions." Denny looked at her, his eyes flat and empty. "And I want you on the range, at least an hour a day. Every day. You need to be able to shoot without hesitating."
Bobbi nodded, knowing she would need all the help she could get. Howard stood and gave her a long look, then spoke directly to Denny. "Now come up with a way for her to stay with Petrovich at all times. And I mean, at all times."
**
Bobbi stood on the front stoop, cursing the light that silhouetted her against the door. It felt like there was a target painted dead-center on her back, and she rolled her shoulders, knocking on the door again with the heel of her palm before looking behind her. The street looked deserted in both directions, with neither vehicle nor foot traffic.
But that meant nothing. Cars were parked up and down the street, silent and dark. Any of them would be a perfect hiding space. She knew for a fact that somewhere close by, one of them was a hiding space, for the team Denny had sent to watch Nikolai's house.
No, not Nikolai's house . Nikolai. And her. Them . At all times.
She still wasn't sure if that made her feel more at ease, or more uncomfortable.
The door finally opened, revealing Nikolai, alive, well, and in one piece. And obviously fresh from bed. He stood in front of her, his shaggy hair mussed, his eyes slightly squinting from the light...and wearing only a pair of running shorts, hanging loosely around his lips.
Her mouth went dry and she was momentarily struck speechless at the sight of all that gleaming bare skin and muscle. It wasn't until he spoke that she was actually able to pull her gaze to his face, and the worry in his eyes felt like a punch to her gut.
She was standing in his doorway, ogling him as he stood there, a clear target, and he was clearly worried about her. She shifted so she was more fully in front of him, blocking him as his gaze took in the large duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
"Um, the water line busted in my complex and they said it was going to be at least a week before it was fixed. I was wondering..." She paused, swallowing, feeling like an incompetent idiot. The story Denny had concocted felt so phony on her lips that she was sure Nikolai would see straight through it. "Um, I didn't have any place to stay and wondered...I know it's an imposition—"
Nikolai didn't let her finish, he just reached out and took her bag from her and pulled her inside, a small grin turning up the corners of his full mouth. He locked the door behind her and motioned her into the living room. "Nonsense. You will stay here."
She followed him into the room, her stomach knotting at the deception. It didn't matter that it was for his protection, didn't matter that he welcomed her and even seemed pleased at the idea. And it wasn't just the deception that bothered her, it was the fact that he was now in danger and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was responsible. Knowingly or not, somehow her being with him had brought the wrong kind of attention to him. And if anything happened to him, it was going to be her fault.
Denny was right, she didn't have the
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