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haven’t called me that in years.”
    “You seemed determined to leave the nickname behind.”
    She wondered at that, mostly at what it revealed. “I suppose I never realized that you were paying that much attention.”
    “You were hard to miss.” There was a brief pause, and then he spoke again. “Truthfully, you still are.”
    “Tell that to my brother,” she said bitterly. “Mikhail has hated me from the moment I was born.”
    “He doesn’t hate you,” Josef argued. “Mikhail is just very bad at showing affection or positive regard for anyone.”
    “Which is why he treats you like crap,” Dani muttered.
    Josef made a warning noise. “That’s not true. Mikhail has been my best friend since first grade. He has my back the same way I have his.”
    She didn’t add that taking Mikhail’s sister off the property without permission hardly qualified as having Mikhail’s back. That wouldn’t get her what she desired.
    They were pulling up in front of an old brick building. It was barely a dozen blocks from her house, but Dani had never been here. She gazed around with interest. “What is this place?”
    “A club of sorts,” he answered vaguely.
    Dani felt the first thrill of excitement sliding down her spine. “It looks old.”
    “I suppose it is.” A valet opened his door and Josef exited the car, handing over his keys and a large bill.
    Another valet opened her door and Dani allowed herself to be helped out to the curb. Then Josef smoothly took her arm and she felt like a queen. He led her up the steps and through the front door. She could hear music playing. There were the sounds of a piano and a woman’s sultry voice singing in Russian. Excitement made her almost giddy. For the first time since she’d come home from school, she felt like a real woman.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Josef had never brought a woman to Igor’s before. Walking into the smoky interior of the speakeasy-style club with Dani on his arm was a whole different experience from what he was used to. People were staring. He could feel it. More importantly, he could sense the appreciative gazes of the men.
    It had been safe to bring her here only because no one would know who she was. Dani had been too long away from home at school. She had left the city as a tiny girl with blond pigtails and crooked front teeth. She had returned a vixen in a pink dress with full sensuous lips and hips that issued an invitation to any man who cared to notice.
    “Look at the dancers,” Dani murmured appreciatively. She bounced up onto her toes, craning her neck to better see the couples out on the dance floor.
    “Would you like to dance?” he asked, feeling his own body tighten in anticipation.
    “Could we?”
    The sheer innocence of her expression touched him deeply. In many ways, she was still the Dani he had known years ago—the girl with skinned knees and a perpetual smile who had always been up for having fun.
    Taking Dani’s hand more firmly in his, Josef whirled her toward the dancers. He sought a place at the edge of the floor. The sultry music seemed to permeate everything, soaking into his soul and pushing away every inhibition he should have felt about having his friend’s sister in his arms.
    Nothing mattered but the feel of Dani against him. She was a lovely partner. She was willing, lithe, and with a sensual rhythm to her movements that he found irresistible. She looked up into his face, holding his gaze. Her hand rested in his. His hand rested against her waist. Josef let the music determine where and how they moved. The voice of the woman on stage coaxed the lovers closer.
    The dance changed, the song sliding into a slower rhythm. The words became that of a Russian love song, a plaintive plea for completion that had Josef twirling Dani around until her back was pressed to his front. With her bottom snug against his pelvis, every movement she made was erotic torture.
    Dani laid her head back against his shoulder. He rested his cheek