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sister.”
    She punched in a few numbers. He could hear the error message on the other end as she handed the phone back, her expression a mixture of frustration and fear. “I don’t know how to dial it from a foreign number.”
    “Tell me the number.” He punched it in while she recitedit, adding the proper codes, then handed the phone back when it began to ring. Her face screwed up while she concentrated, as if she were willing her sister—assuming there really was a sister—to answer.
    It didn’t work, however, because she gave the phone back to him a moment later, her expression crumpling.
    Alexei dialed another number. After issuing instructions to his head of personal security, he hung up.
    “Why don’t you give me your coat? I will turn on the fire to warm you.”
    “I really should be going,” she said, her pretty bow mouth drawing his attention as her teeth scraped her bottom lip worriedly.
    Alexei tried very hard to ignore the arrow of arousal that shot straight to his groin. She’d been uncertain earlier, but she’d warmed up to their kiss, coming alive beneath his touch. It had been everything he could do to push her away when all he’d wanted was to sample the rest of her. To see if the fire in that kiss would translate to the bedroom.
    Odd, when she wasn’t his usual type of woman. He liked glamorous women, effortlessly feminine women who wore their confidence like a second skin. Paige was neither glamorous nor confident, though she was definitely feminine.
Authentic
was the word that came to mind—though of course that couldn’t be the case when she was working for Chad Russell. She was simply a very good actress.
    “It is safer to remain here,” he said. “In case those men are looking for you.”
    She blinked. “How could that be? They don’t know me—”
    “Your phone.”
    Her eyes widened. “I hadn’t thought of that. I still don’t know why they’d care.” She shook her head suddenly. “Butthey wouldn’t. And I need to find my sister, so I should go back—”
    “I will find your sister, I promise.” He said it impatiently, since she couldn’t really want to leave yet, but she didn’t seem to notice.
    She blinked at him, her eyes adorably owlish behind her glasses. “Do you really think you can find her?”
    He nodded. “You are in Russia,
maya krasavitsa,
and I am Russian. I guarantee I will find her before your Chad could do so.”
    Real hope kindled in the depths of those eyes. It made him wonder, for an instant, if he was wrong about her motives for being here.
    That is exactly what you are supposed to think.
    He shoved the thought aside, but not before he pictured another set of eyes gazing at him with hope.
Katerina, I’m sorry…
    A cold hand gripped his, pulling him back to the present. He didn’t mind the cold. It was the touch of her skin that surprised him. The jolt must have surprised her as well, because she quickly pulled away.
    “Thank you, Alexei,” she said in that soft, breathy voice that reminded him of film stars of the 1940s. “You have been very kind. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”
    If the whole scenario hadn’t been a setup, then he knew exactly what could have happened—and it wasn’t pretty.
    “You must never go out alone at night in a strange city where you do not speak the language or understand the culture.” He said it rather harshly, he thought, but she merely nodded.
    “You’re right, of course.” She sank back against the cushions and closed her eyes. When she didn’t open them again,he grew concerned. A moment later, her jaw dropped open and a soft snore escaped.
    Alexei stood there for a moment in disbelief. Tossing back the rest of his scotch, he decided to turn the lights down and leave her where she was. If she were here to spy, she’d be up in no time. All he had to do was wait and see.
    Paige was warm and cozy. Something soft nestled against her cheek as she stirred. She smiled,