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Judah’s handsome face.
    “I can’t tell you.”
    He was serious. It was probably because his men were there.
    “And who were the ones shooting at us?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Judah could be infuriating. One minute he was flirting with her and the next he was playing master of intrigue.
    Maya glared at him but he did not budge.
    “Can you at least tell me who sent you?”
    Judah nodded, exchanging a glance with the man who’d caught her.
    “Your aunt.”
    “Hannah?”
    “Yes.”
    “How did she know where I was? I didn’t…”
    “It’s not important, Maya.”
    She could have punched him in that moment. Of course it was important. She was a professional, and they’d tracked her down in a matter of hours. The thought sent shivers up and down her spine. Maya took a calming breath.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    “You’ll see. I’ll tell you everything when we get there.”
    Judah then got up and made his way to the front of the paneled van, plopping himself into the passenger seat. He could be so infuriating.
     
     
    Maya estimated they’d been on the road for just over twenty minutes when the van pulled curbside. One of Judah’s men slid the side door open and held out his hand to help her out. She ignored it and stepped out onto a brightly lit sidewalk, immediately recognizing they had arrived at the airport.
    Judah got out and motioned for her to follow. They’d walked fifty feet when he stopped and produced a large manila envelope from his coat.
    “Your flight leaves in thirty minutes. It won’t wait.”
    Maya unclasped the envelope and pulled out the smallest item - a passport. She opened it and found her own image staring back at her. It was her face accompanied with a new name. There was also a stack of stapled papers and a cashier’s check made out to the person on the passport.
    “I don’t understand.” she said. “Where am I going?”
    “You’re listed on the manifest as a courier with diplomatic privileges. The rest of the passengers are diplomats, lobbyists and low-level government employees. It’s a private charter so it shouldn’t be hard keeping to yourself.”
    “Judah, I don’t understand. Where am I going?”
    “To America.”
    “What? Why?”
    “Your aunt thought it would be the safest place for you now.”
    America? Why America? And then his words sunk in.
    “You said for now . When am I coming back?”
    Judah looked away, pretending like he was scanning the area, but Maya knew better. He was avoiding her.
    “I asked, when am I coming back?”
    “I don’t know, okay?” He looked as upset as she felt. “Look, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’re not safe here anymore. We have not identified the people who killed Colonel Osman or the ones who were following you. You have to board the plane now, Maya. Then read what’s in the envelope.”
    “You haven’t read it?”
    “No. Your aunt said it was intended only for you.”
    “And is she safe?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you sure?” Maya pressed.
    “She said she was as safe as possible.”
    There were so many questions that Maya wanted to ask. How she wished she could speak to Hannah. Maybe she could on the plane, or maybe once they’d landed.
    “Maya, you need to go. They won’t hold the plane.”
    She didn’t want to be mad at Judah. It wasn’t his fault this had happened. He’d even saved her life less than an hour before. But, he was the only person she could unleash her anger on.
    “Fine, thanks.”
    She pushed past him, ignoring his goodbye. If she said anything she knew the tears would come.
    Ten minutes later, she was sitting in the over-sized leather chair on the posh private charter, holding a mimosa in her hand. The plane taxied to the runway and Maya looked out the window as the first glimmers of light tickled the horizon. Judah was right where she’d left him, by the fence, watching her depart. He waved to the plane and without thinking she waved back even though he couldn’t possibly