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what an ax murderer would say, though?”
    She laughed again. “You’re the one who brought up ax murderers. Maybe I kill with a spork. Maybe you’re making me feel inferior with all your talk about axes.” She pulled onto the road and headed toward the flickering lights of the town about thirteen miles away.
    “Then let’s drop the subject. Although, clearly, axes are superior in that line of business.”
    She sniffed. “You haven’t seen what I can do with a spork.”
    He laughed, a low belly laugh. “So perhaps I can take you out to dinner, to thank you for your assistance this evening. That way, I can see firsthand how proficient you are with cutlery.”
    “Perhaps you can.” She bit her lip from jumping on the offer but couldn’t stop a smile spreading across her face.
    “So what is an American girl like you doing in the Ukrainian countryside?” he asked, pushing his messenger bag from his lap and onto the floor.
    “There’s an orphanage about four miles away from where you broke down. I work there. What about you?”
    “I do tech support for NGOs in this region. I must have got turned around.”
    “You must have. There’s nothing at the end of that road except a couple of villages and Russia. I’m not sure you should venture so close to the border.”
    “I’m not so worried about that. I can take care of myself.”
    “Even against a strange aid worker wielding a spork?” she asked with a grin.
    “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
     

CHAPTER THREE
      W here would you like me to drop you?” she asked, slowing down at the outskirts of the town.
    “Wherever you recommend we go for dinner. I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving.” He knew full well that she was in two minds about going to eat with him, so he framed his answer in a way that it was a foregone conclusion.
    “Don’t worry.” She flashed a smile at him. “I wasn’t planning on ditching you. We’ll go eat. I’m looking forward to seeing how impressive you are with a spoon. Honestly, it’s all I can think about. I just didn’t know if you wanted to go to your hotel first.” She frowned. “Or…wait, do you have a hotel here, or are you staying in another town?”
    “I’m staying here. Close to the town center. I still don’t exactly know where everything is yet, though. I’ve only been here a few days.” Kind of the truth at least.
    “Oh, well certainly you need to see the splendor of the tobacco shop on Sebastopol—it dates back to the 1980s, I believe. Also the supermarket that only sells vodka and sardines should certainly be on your sightseeing itinerary. There’s so much to do around here.”
    He laughed. She was as funny in person as she had been in her apartment the previous day. Such a departure from the previous two weeks he’d been watching her. “Not a great town?” he asked.
    “It’s actually not bad. Everyone is quite friendly, and you can get what you need, if not always what you want.”
    “How very Rolling Stones of you,” he said, looking out into the darkness. There was nothing out here—no lights, no nothing. He could just as well be gazing out to a dark sea. Good to know.
    “How long are you in the country for?” she asked, using her indicator absurdly late, and turning into a broad tree-lined road with streetlights.
    As long as you are, probably. “Undecided. It all depends on my boss,” he said. “What about you?”
    They pulled up in front of what looked like an old sewing machine store and she turned off the engine. “Ditto.”
    “Are we here?” He looked around and saw nothing that could be construed as a restaurant.
    “Trust me. You’ve got to really want something here to find it.” She shoved her hands into her jeans pockets, her long brown hair slightly unkempt, and all the more sexy for it, looking like temptation.
    Like wicked, wicked temptation. He should have known that meeting her was a bad idea. He should have known that he’d like