Monday. Rose House. Arlington, VA.KONSTANTIN COULDN'T HARDLY BELIEVE that they were about to storm back into Natasha's DC home.What were the odds?And to rescue his father and daughter, of all things.Haley had come through with more information about the property thanks to her boss back in Seattle. Armed with photographs of the property and a blueprint, they'd chosen to make their approach on foot via a rear drive that serviced the homes. A sort of utility entrance."This is us," Haley said as they got to the rear gate."This is over if they have cameras.""I never saw a camera here before," she countered.He prayed she was right. If she was wrong, it would be more than just their lives on the line. Zasha's future hung in the balance.Haley grunted and something metallic popped, then the narrow gate swung open. She caught it and slipped inside, holding the gate for him to join her on the other side.He checked his phone and his adrenaline spiked. "Driver just
Konstantin stared first at his father, then Natasha.He'd lived most of his life believing one was a victim and the other a monster. In the last few days he'd learned that even he wasn't above being fooled.Natasha didn't care for anyone except herself. She was power hungry and willing to kill the people who loved her for the sake of her bottom line.His father was far from being a good man, but he'd ensured Konstantin could have a future of his own making. And when it mattered most, Leonid had shown up to protect his family.Konstantin pivoted, just a little, and aimed his gun at Natasha. Her assistant, the young looking fair haired man, cowered in the corner behind her."Seriously? This is how you say hello to you mother?" she scoffed. "Look at this ungrateful child you've raised. I knew I should have taken him with me."Leonid chuckled. "I would not have allowed it.""Allowed it?""That doesn't matter anymore. You are not my mother. Put the gun down," Konstantin said
Monday. Home. Washington, DC.HALEY ATE THE PIECE of pizza, but she barely tasted it or had any idea what was going on in the movie. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly invested in the cartoon.Zasha, on the other hand, was just about asleep. She'd wiggled around and now lay with her head on Konstantin's lap and her legs across Haley's. She was a little surprised Zasha had managed to go to sleep after all the soda the cops had given her over the course of the afternoon and evening."I think she's out," Konstantin said softly."Hm?" Haley glanced down at Zasha. "Wow. I didn't think she'd ever get to sleep.""Could be that stuff Dad gave her." He grimaced.They still didn't know what was in the candy and wouldn't until a toxin report came back. The doctor who'd checked Zasha out hadn't found anything concerning and suggested watching her closely, hydrating and healthy eating. Basically, everything Haley normally did."Yeah, someone is going to bed," Konstantin muttered.He
"Figure this out?" Now Haley felt stupid. What were they talking about? Them? Something else?"I care about you a lot. Selfishly I'm hoping you'll overlook my stupidity and let me try again."Oh, God.Haley swallowed.Her mind took the words, I care about you, and turned them into something more potent, more powerful, something that shook her to her core with possibility.In reality, she still didn't know what he wanted from her.She swallowed to get some moisture back into her mouth, then licked her lips. "What does that mean, exactly? I care about you? I don't think you understand what this job takes out of a person. To you, I'm doing a job. But my job becomes my life. And I care about the work I do. I care about you and Zasha and Ivana-"She blinked a few times.Konstantin winced.Haley covered her mouth with her hand.Ivana was dead.For a few moments Haley had forgotten that.He reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze."I knocked on her door e
KONSTANTIN WAS SURPRISED HE'D managed to get this far without sweat pouring off him. He'd faced down board meetings and other high-powered executives alongside congress men and women who had nothing on Haley.Part of him wanted to take those words back, but only a small part that feared Haley leaving. He knew full well that she could feel differently. In fact, he fully expected her to pat him on the head and say it wasn't that serious for her.Instead she stared at him with eyes gone round.Had he sprouted a second head? Or had she come so hard her brains were scrambled?He liked to think he was good at pleasing women, but he didn't think he was that good."I, um... You?" She opened and closed her mouth.He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her at a loss for words."Yeah?" He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in a tiny bit.She didn't shy away from him.He kissed her lips, the corner of her mouth. She shoved a hand into his hair. He was beginning to crave that.Hal
A month later...HALEY FIDGETED WITH THE zipper on her jacket.She hadn't brought a man home to meet her family in ages. Maybe since high school. And here she was with not only a man, but a pre-teen girl.Konstantin squeezed her hand, as if he could sense her thoughts.He was annoyingly good at that sort of thing.The problem was her.Everything was just so damn perfect. She couldn't get away from the feeling that it couldn't last. That somehow or someway Konstantin and Zasha would be ripped away from her. But every morning she woke up and there they were."Here you are," the driver of the SUV announced."Wow, hello suburban America. You sure your last name isn't Cleaver?" Konstantin grinned at her."Hush." She pushed his shoulder.Secretly, she cherished moments like this. Konstantin was learning to relax and enjoy life more, and she loved getting to watch him finally live.The next few hours were going to be a gauntlet of questions, starting with the new hous
Volume 2: Just FriendsWednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.JENNIFER MIRACLE WAS HAVING the worst day. Or stretch of days. She wasn't sure if the sun had set on them in the last thirty or so hours of travel.Her phone vibrated against her thigh like an angry bee. She fully expected it to start stinging her soon. It took every fiber of her being to not groan and slump in the seat. Instead, she grit her teeth and pulled the device out. All it took was glimpsing Mr. Esposito on the display to have her nerves stretched thin.What the hell was she going to do with this situation?Jennifer turned to her ward. Honestly, she should be calling Milan Esposito her client, but the twenty-one-year-old acted suddenly started acting like a child. Hell, Jennifer's job was more about making sure Milan didn't kill herself with her antics than actually guarding her from danger. On the plus side, she did get to see a lot of the world most people didn't. It was a perfect exampl
Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.ORION DOUKAS WALKED BAREFOOT through the lush, manicured grass. Things were still quiet despite the late afternoon hour. According to security, the after party the guests had indulged in had lasted until six or seven this morning. About the time he was getting up.That wasn't uncommon.Ibiza was, after all, Europe's playground. A destination for people who wanted to party, live it up, and forget their mundane lives. He'd spent much of his life here, despite his American citizenship. His parents had been fond of the island and the proximity it gave them to his father's family.He glanced east, toward the old family home. Though he'd been born in New York City and spent much of his early life there, the memories that stayed with him were here. On the island.Following his younger brother's death, he'd sold his parent's home. There just weren't enough good memories to justify keeping the place, what with all the upkeep it need