Monday. Safe House. St. Petersburg, Russia.
EVAN SIPPED HIS COFFEE as he padded around the flat. Thanks to the tablet he could watch the feeds without being chained to the desk like he would normally. There were benefits to having Kelsey set everything up for them, like added equipment they didn't normally have room for.
Despite the quiet night he still couldn't settle. Each time he got comfortable some strange itch sent him to his feet, pacing around.
Because of that kiss.
He was torn between chastising himself and wishing things could be different.
There was nothing in Felecia's behavior so far that was calculated. He didn't doubt that times had forced her into that role, but she wasn't playing that game now. At least, he didn't think so.
What did he really know?
Once again he wished they knew more about her.
He hated the idea that she'd ever had to treat her body like a commodity.
Men were pigs. Disgusting.