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Authors: Wendy Rosnau
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her slender waist. Digging deeper into the bag, she found the cashmere hat, gave her shoulder-length hair a twist, then tucked it under the black hat, pulling it off-side.
A little swipe with the compact, a touch of lip gloss, and two minutes later she left the bathroom looking like a style-conscious party girl in need of a drink to unwind from a long day.
It was true, it had been a long day and she was in need of a drink. She hadn’t been allowed one drop during her training.
She lingered in the hall, and when a party of three women left the bathroom she moved with them, then slid onto a stool at the bar.
She spotted the trench coat seated at a table near the entrance. After what had happened today, she knew it was the shooter, her training, past and present, giving her an edge.
Why he was after Filip remained a mystery. But after what had happened at Nescosto, she knew he must be the target.
Unsure her disguise would hold, she ordered a gin martini from the bartender then asked him if she could use the bar phone. When he hesitated she gave him a sexy smile, then winked. He handed her the phone, winking back. She asked him how she could reach suite 811, and he was only too happy to help her after she touched his hand and complimented him on his watch.
She didn’t want to call Toriago, but this was no time to gamble on a weak disguise.
“ Hola .”
“I need you to come down here.”
“Allegra?”
“Yes, it’s me. I’m in the bar, and—”
“I thought you were on a mission to buy medical supplies for Filip.”
“I was, but now I’m in the bar trying to shake my tail.”
“ Sì, a party girl. I was right.”
“Tail as in being followed. I think it’s this afternoon’s shooter.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Wait, I have something else to tell you. Toriago? Toriago—”
It took Ash a long ten minutes to recognize her. She had changed clothes. Why in the hell hadn’t she mentioned that on the phone?
He’d called Naldo and had him come up to the suite to babysit Filip while he went out.
As he moved through the crowd toward the bar, he scanned the faces, but it was hard to flag anyone without knowing who he was looking for.
He closed in on Allegra. He liked a woman in jeans and boots. A woman who was full of surprises. She was certainly a surprise. The white sweater exposed bare shoulders, and the soft black hat made her profile sharp and her green eyes even sexier than before.
“Another, miss?” The bartender asked.
“Yes. I’m waiting for someone and he’s late.”
“He’s here now.” Ash slid his hand along her trim waist. “ Hola . You look…different.”
She turned slowly on the barstool. “You hung up too soon. I was going to tell you I’d changed.”
“Let’s find a booth.”
“I thought you came to get me out of here.”
“And I will, but we don’t want to lead our friend to our door, do we?” He tugged her off the barstool, but when she bent down to retrieve the bag, he said, “Leave it.”
“But—”
“The new look might fool your admirer, but the bag won’t.”
Ash gave the bag a kick and sent it farther beneath the bar. Then he took her arm and led her across the room to a dark booth that allowed him to see every corner of the crowded bar.
When she slid into the booth along the wall, Ash followed her. Sucking close as if they were a couple, he asked, “Where is he?”
“Over there. The table by the door. The trench coat wearing the hat.”
“Do you recognize him?”
“No. But that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know Filip’s enemies.”
The admission could mean she hadn’t been with Filip that long, or that he didn’t share his business with her. The one thing Ash knew for sure was that she was handling the situation like a pro. She was calm and composed just like when she was in the car and he’d put the pressure on.
That only came with practice.
“Our friend must be recognizable to someone or he wouldn’t be working
A little swipe with the compact, a touch of lip gloss, and two minutes later she left the bathroom looking like a style-conscious party girl in need of a drink to unwind from a long day.
It was true, it had been a long day and she was in need of a drink. She hadn’t been allowed one drop during her training.
She lingered in the hall, and when a party of three women left the bathroom she moved with them, then slid onto a stool at the bar.
She spotted the trench coat seated at a table near the entrance. After what had happened today, she knew it was the shooter, her training, past and present, giving her an edge.
Why he was after Filip remained a mystery. But after what had happened at Nescosto, she knew he must be the target.
Unsure her disguise would hold, she ordered a gin martini from the bartender then asked him if she could use the bar phone. When he hesitated she gave him a sexy smile, then winked. He handed her the phone, winking back. She asked him how she could reach suite 811, and he was only too happy to help her after she touched his hand and complimented him on his watch.
She didn’t want to call Toriago, but this was no time to gamble on a weak disguise.
“ Hola .”
“I need you to come down here.”
“Allegra?”
“Yes, it’s me. I’m in the bar, and—”
“I thought you were on a mission to buy medical supplies for Filip.”
“I was, but now I’m in the bar trying to shake my tail.”
“ Sì, a party girl. I was right.”
“Tail as in being followed. I think it’s this afternoon’s shooter.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Wait, I have something else to tell you. Toriago? Toriago—”
It took Ash a long ten minutes to recognize her. She had changed clothes. Why in the hell hadn’t she mentioned that on the phone?
He’d called Naldo and had him come up to the suite to babysit Filip while he went out.
As he moved through the crowd toward the bar, he scanned the faces, but it was hard to flag anyone without knowing who he was looking for.
He closed in on Allegra. He liked a woman in jeans and boots. A woman who was full of surprises. She was certainly a surprise. The white sweater exposed bare shoulders, and the soft black hat made her profile sharp and her green eyes even sexier than before.
“Another, miss?” The bartender asked.
“Yes. I’m waiting for someone and he’s late.”
“He’s here now.” Ash slid his hand along her trim waist. “ Hola . You look…different.”
She turned slowly on the barstool. “You hung up too soon. I was going to tell you I’d changed.”
“Let’s find a booth.”
“I thought you came to get me out of here.”
“And I will, but we don’t want to lead our friend to our door, do we?” He tugged her off the barstool, but when she bent down to retrieve the bag, he said, “Leave it.”
“But—”
“The new look might fool your admirer, but the bag won’t.”
Ash gave the bag a kick and sent it farther beneath the bar. Then he took her arm and led her across the room to a dark booth that allowed him to see every corner of the crowded bar.
When she slid into the booth along the wall, Ash followed her. Sucking close as if they were a couple, he asked, “Where is he?”
“Over there. The table by the door. The trench coat wearing the hat.”
“Do you recognize him?”
“No. But that doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know Filip’s enemies.”
The admission could mean she hadn’t been with Filip that long, or that he didn’t share his business with her. The one thing Ash knew for sure was that she was handling the situation like a pro. She was calm and composed just like when she was in the car and he’d put the pressure on.
That only came with practice.
“Our friend must be recognizable to someone or he wouldn’t be working
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