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There’d been a bounce in my step as I arrived for breakfast

Only to find Sevastyan was back to his aloof self, barely acknowledgingthe aftereffects of e’d done, his ht e’d done on the plane was bad, then shoving me into a closet to have his ith et hi

Disappoint this lull, er

I’d lived without Sevastyan for seven nights I’d conceded defeat My infatuation had faded

It had! "Do you need so to pay attention to ray slacks and a for black cashmere sweater--he looked like he hadn’t slept for days "You and Kovalev are getting along well," he re with" Paxán and I had been like two peas in a pod, appreciating the sa closer every day

Soes, he was sly and witty, and we often laughed to tears Being with hih I’d never doubted he loved me and Mom, Bill Porter had been a quietthe time in companionable silence

It was just as co, we played chess in an open-sided pavilion down by the Moskva River Sevastyan re business, body tense, gaze alert for danger

The security threat--which no one would talk to me about--obviously hadn’t lessened

Now Sevastyan toldwith as well"

Was he for real? "And hoould you know?"

He hiked his shoulders "I see you with hih at so us At first, he’d appeared surprised Noould gaze at us with a satisfied look on his face

Yet at other ti me with an expression that was far from satisfied--and it intensifiedFro to strike

Even Filip had co, he watches you like a stalker"

I’d scoffed, "A stalker would actually givewas building in Sevastyan, like a bo a countdown But a countdown to what?