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Authors: Cheyenne McCray
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Romance, Espionage, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Witnesses - Protection, Mafia - Russia
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their blond hair in ringlets, wore matching pink dresses and shiny black patent leather shoes, and each carried her favorite doll. "Dedushka!" they shouted, calling him grandfather in Russian.
Everything else evaporated for the moment as he laughed, crouched, and hugged his granddaughters. Dmitry followed the girls into the room, and Yegor spared his son a glance.
A moment of blackness clouded Yegor's mind at the thought that the girls' father, Dmitry, could be put behind bars because of that King bitch.
Still giggling, the girls released him and he stood to stroke their silky curls. His beautiful girls, Natasha and Alyona, were the pride of Yegor's life.
He would take care of business so that his granddaughters would never be separated from their father.
CHAPTER SIX
When Daniel turned away, Ani's heart clenched. He wanted her—that much was obvious. Currents of electricity still crackled in the air around them.
With his back to her, he gripped the doorframe to the bathroom to either side of him. His knuckles were white, his shoulders tensed, and his voice hoarse when he said, "I don't know if I can do this, Ani."
She couldn't get a word out to save her life. All she could do was look at the man she wanted more than anything, knowing that he was right, they couldn't take their relationship any further than they already had.
Daniel slammed one of his fists against the wall, startling her into taking a step back. Without looking at her, he leaned over and grabbed his duffel bag from off the floor, headed into the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. Hard enough to rattle the lamp on the desk.
The hurt burning in Ani's chest didn't make any sense as she sank onto the bed. She stared at the console where the TV
perched, not really seeing it. "If we go any further I'll lose him," she whispered aloud.
She shook her head. No. she wasn't about to lose Daniel. She'd do her best not to get too close to him, to keep her distance. It was better for them both.
While the shower ran, she kicked off her high heels and peeled off the clothes she'd been wearing for two days now. They felt sticky and dirty, and her feet hurt from wearing those damned heels for so long. She'd wash her clothing as best as she could with shampoo and use the hair dryer to get most of the wetness out, then let them hang dry. At least she wouldn't forget her blouse and pants like she did her underwear.
By the time Daniel came out of the bathroom, she was in one of the hotel robes that she'd put on until it was her turn to shower. He was wearing jogging shorts and a T-shirt, and looked so good she couldn't hold back a sigh. There was so much raw power in the way he moved.
"I'll order room service." Daniel avoided her gaze for a moment as he picked up the menu by the telephone on the table next to the TV. He looked up and met her eyes. "What are you hungry for?"
The first thing that popped into her mind was "you," and she almost slapped herself upside the head. She gave him a strained smile. "Medium-well cheeseburger with fries. A Pepsi would be great, too."
With a nod, he turned away as soon as she gave him the order and picked up the phone. Ani put on the façade that she'd always worn when she'd lived in the kind of elite circles where faking her true feelings was the norm, and she walked into the bathroom.
Daniel's grip on the telephone receiver was so hard it was a wonder he didn't crush it in his fist. He gave the order to whoever was on the other end of the room service line then slammed down the receiver.
He raked his fingers through his wet hair. What the hell was he going to do? Ani was like a drug. He was addicted to her, and he didn't want to let her out of his sight. Didn't trust anyone else with her life even though he knew there were damn fine agents in the service.
It occurred to him that Ani didn't have any personal items with her and they hadn't had a second to take a breath and get anything. He called down to the hotel gift
Everything else evaporated for the moment as he laughed, crouched, and hugged his granddaughters. Dmitry followed the girls into the room, and Yegor spared his son a glance.
A moment of blackness clouded Yegor's mind at the thought that the girls' father, Dmitry, could be put behind bars because of that King bitch.
Still giggling, the girls released him and he stood to stroke their silky curls. His beautiful girls, Natasha and Alyona, were the pride of Yegor's life.
He would take care of business so that his granddaughters would never be separated from their father.
CHAPTER SIX
When Daniel turned away, Ani's heart clenched. He wanted her—that much was obvious. Currents of electricity still crackled in the air around them.
With his back to her, he gripped the doorframe to the bathroom to either side of him. His knuckles were white, his shoulders tensed, and his voice hoarse when he said, "I don't know if I can do this, Ani."
She couldn't get a word out to save her life. All she could do was look at the man she wanted more than anything, knowing that he was right, they couldn't take their relationship any further than they already had.
Daniel slammed one of his fists against the wall, startling her into taking a step back. Without looking at her, he leaned over and grabbed his duffel bag from off the floor, headed into the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. Hard enough to rattle the lamp on the desk.
The hurt burning in Ani's chest didn't make any sense as she sank onto the bed. She stared at the console where the TV
perched, not really seeing it. "If we go any further I'll lose him," she whispered aloud.
She shook her head. No. she wasn't about to lose Daniel. She'd do her best not to get too close to him, to keep her distance. It was better for them both.
While the shower ran, she kicked off her high heels and peeled off the clothes she'd been wearing for two days now. They felt sticky and dirty, and her feet hurt from wearing those damned heels for so long. She'd wash her clothing as best as she could with shampoo and use the hair dryer to get most of the wetness out, then let them hang dry. At least she wouldn't forget her blouse and pants like she did her underwear.
By the time Daniel came out of the bathroom, she was in one of the hotel robes that she'd put on until it was her turn to shower. He was wearing jogging shorts and a T-shirt, and looked so good she couldn't hold back a sigh. There was so much raw power in the way he moved.
"I'll order room service." Daniel avoided her gaze for a moment as he picked up the menu by the telephone on the table next to the TV. He looked up and met her eyes. "What are you hungry for?"
The first thing that popped into her mind was "you," and she almost slapped herself upside the head. She gave him a strained smile. "Medium-well cheeseburger with fries. A Pepsi would be great, too."
With a nod, he turned away as soon as she gave him the order and picked up the phone. Ani put on the façade that she'd always worn when she'd lived in the kind of elite circles where faking her true feelings was the norm, and she walked into the bathroom.
Daniel's grip on the telephone receiver was so hard it was a wonder he didn't crush it in his fist. He gave the order to whoever was on the other end of the room service line then slammed down the receiver.
He raked his fingers through his wet hair. What the hell was he going to do? Ani was like a drug. He was addicted to her, and he didn't want to let her out of his sight. Didn't trust anyone else with her life even though he knew there were damn fine agents in the service.
It occurred to him that Ani didn't have any personal items with her and they hadn't had a second to take a breath and get anything. He called down to the hotel gift
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