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still connected to anyone who used to work with you in the KGB?”
    Dmitri laughed again, though it was filled with the same level of hilarity as before. It was clearly a fake laugh. “Boss Tanaka appreciates my experience, and I appreciate his dedication to everything that is good in the world. As far as KGB, you might as well ask if I am a spy for Putin. I work for Boss Tanaka. But I wonder about your Ms. Rock. I am curious if she is still connected to Amanda Decker. I heard that Amanda Decker must breathe through a machine, now. I always wondered about that.”
    Jordan knew better than to speak for her, and it was nice of him to let the tension settle between them. She needed this moment. She needed to be reminded of the ring, and what she needed to do while she was here. This was not supposed to be a leisure trip. Jordan was working, and she had work to do, too.
    This was a question she had been asked before. Jordan had trained her how to answer this question, and others like it. She had fired her publicist once Jordan stepped into her life, because he coached her, taught her the ropes. Taught her how to do the right thing in front of the camera. Control herself. Be a professional. Anger didn’t have to be part of her image. She could become a role model, could mentor young ladies who wanted to be in the cage just as much as she had wanted it.
    It was always easy to tell the simple truth.
    She stared hard at Dmitri. “Last time I spoke with her, I wished her good health, and told her that it was unfortunate what happened. She was a good competitor, and I hope she can recover. She has good support, a good family. I reached out to her, and if she needs anything, I will do whatever I can to help.”
    The truth: Amanda Decker was a dirty fighter, but nobody deserved to be permanently injured. It was a tough break. She had admired Decker, and the woman certainly wasn’t looking for people to cry over her. Decker was a fighter, a competitor.
    The simple truth.
    Like a true pro, Decker knew the risks involved. She wasn’t about to sue anybody and claim they “didn’t inform her” that she could possibly get hurt. That she might damage her spine. That she might have concussions. That being old would be especially hard on her. That she might forget things. That she might become broke if she wasn’t careful with her money—no matter how much of it she had, it wasn’t endless.  Jamie respected that, and felt the same way.
    And Dmitri laughed his big, loud laugh. “Oh, yes. Of course! You donate money to spine injury research. Yes, I knew that. I apologize if I have offended you.”
    “I’m excited to meet our first dinosaur,” Jordan said, rubbing his palms together excitedly.
    “Yes, the arrangements have been made. I have confirmed it.”
    Jamie couldn’t stop herself from thinking about the Dos Equis guy from the commercials, mostly because she wanted one. Not her first choice for a beer, but it was better than the bourbon that was swimming around her head.
    “What arrangements?” she asked.
    Jordan smiled. It was meant to reassure her, but he knew her better than that. He was probably worried she was going to blow up at him in front of Kresevich and cause a shitstorm because Public Relations didn’t mean a damn thing to her now. She didn’t care. She didn’t want any detours. She wanted to pass out in her hotel room.
    “Wayne’s got the crew ready for us to meet our first dinosaur,” Jordan said. “Right now, it’s supposed to be waiting for us outside the airport.”
    Was she supposed to be part of it? She wasn’t wearing any makeup and felt like she had finally gone more than three rounds with an opponent. It didn’t make sense for Jordan to keep this from her.
    The car jerked forward with an abrupt stop. Dmitri frowned as his cell phone rang. He grabbed it with one hand, the other reaching for the gun revealed with a sweep of his jacket.
    Jamie was wide awake.
    Something was wrong.
    She listened