Saturday. Safe House. Kiev, Ukraine.
EVAN SET THE LAST bag with the others. Jamie, Harper and Tucker had confirmed that in the short window they'd pulled back to regroup Obran had vacated the space where they'd found Felecia.
A mental picture unfolded in Evan's mind. It was the moment he'd looked up at her large, dark eyes. She was a beautiful woman. No amount of dirt or blood could hide that. Part of him couldn't blame Obran for locking her up. She was like Helen of Troy or some other fabled beauty. He'd known what she was suggesting last night, albeit the delivery was clumsy. It had broken him a bit for her to think that was necessary and he hated the surge of desire he'd felt for her. She tugged at his protective instincts in the worst way.
With effort he shut away the thoughts of Felecia and focused on Obran.
They'd taken a chance and they'd missed him.