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with a grunt.
    She poked him in the ribs. “No way. Then guys would think they had an invitation to stay over.”
    “Oh I see, so this is a calculated move to maintain your independence?” He could appreciate that.
    “Totally.”
    “You’re an unusual woman, Annika.”
    “And you’re the best lay I’ve had in years.”
    Feliks wasn’t sure how he felt about that. “Meaning you frequently take men home for no strings attached sex?”
    “Aw, are you jealous ?”
    “No.”
    There was a long pause. He could actually feel her thoughts settling into a more serious pattern.
    Finally she spoke, and there was no hint of laughter in her tone. “I have occasional one night stands. Yes. But I can say with certainty that being with you is an experience like nothing I’ve ever had before.”
    His male pride was assuaged. Although he wasn’t sure why it mattered. In a few minutes he was going to fulfill the contract, and she would no longer have an opinion at all. And yet for some unfathomable reason he cared what she thought of him.
    “And I don’t expect I’ll have another one like it,” she added. “You’re one of a kind, Feliks.”
    “As are you.”
    She gave a big lusty yawn. “Don’t forget to turn the lock on your way out.”
    “Are you kicking me out?”
    “No, but I’m totally about to go unconscious, so I thought it prudent to make that request.”
    He gave her a little squeeze. “I’ll take care of it.”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    There was no more noise other than the soft, rhythmic sounds of her breathing. Feliks stared down at her in the dim light. He lightly traced the strong features of her face with his fingertips. It was strange to think that he was trying to memorize her, this woman he was never going to see again.
    He picked up his clothing and retreated to the bathroom. He dressed quickly. Avoiding the mirror, he delved into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a case full of hypodermic needles. One injection in the neck and Annika would fall asleep never to wake again.
    There was a sudden pounding on the front door. Feliks pressed his back to the wall and put his hand on the 9mm beneath his coat. He heard Annika grumble as she got out of bed.
    “Who is it?” she shouted.
    Feliks couldn’t hold back a smile. The disgruntled tone of her voice would discourage even the bravest solicitors. He was going to have to wait another half hour or more for her to go back to sleep. First the club had been too crowded, and now her apartment was equally so. This contract was becoming a regular pain in his ass.
    “It’s your father, Annika!”
    Feliks froze. Vadir Polzin was here? That was rather inconvenient. Annika hadn’t known Feliks, but Vadir most certainly would.
    “Go away!” she shouted. “I’m not letting your criminal ass into my apartment. I don’t want to see you.”
    Their loud argument was the perfect cover up for Feliks’s escape. He shoved the case of hypos back in his jacket and turned a slow circle in the tiny bathroom. There was a ventilation shaft, but the window was far preferable.
    He pulled the shade and flipped the latch. Fortunately, the fire escape was right there as a handy escape route. Feliks opened the window and got a face full of Boston’s cold night air. Then he thrust his foot through the opening and exited the apartment.
    Annika and her father were still shouting inside the apartment. Feliks shut the window and walked away. Orlov would have to wait a little longer for satisfaction on this particular contract, but Feliks would finish the job and earn his place on the council. Of that he was certain.

Chapter Three
    Five weeks later...
    “I don’t care about your stupid businesses!” Annika shouted at her father. “You’re nothing but a crook, and I want you out of my building. Now.”
    “Annika, princess,” her father coaxed. “Don’t be silly. I am your papa, yes?”
    She slammed a pot down on the stove. She’d intended to cook herself something