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“How can you not be upset?”
“Simple.” He smiled. “If I had my way, your beautiful curves would never again be hidden by fabric.”
She bowed her head and Wraith knew her face was on fire.
“You always blush when I….”
“I’m not used to compliments—that’s all.”.
She accepted the shirt he offered, her fingers brushing his. Wraith bit down on his tongue to avoid saying anything. Just the mere brush of her fingertips brought him back to their bed the night before. Amelia had been wild, vocal, sexier than he could ever imagine a woman being. One session of lovemaking turned to two then three and even after she climbed from the bed to shower, Wraith had followed her. Sessions four and five happened with the water running, lukewarm then cold over them before they tumbled, damp and shivering back into bed.
Wraith lost control then. He allowed his heart, mind and body to relax and accept a woman into his bed the way she did him into her body. Pride, unbelievable pride surged through him as he laid awake with her snuggled into his chest and as he stood watching her walk to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
The door closing pulled him from his thoughts and Wraith shook his head to clear it. Wraith set to work going through what else was in the bag Igor put together for him. At the bottom beneath the clothes, he found four new license plates, two black Taurus handguns and extra bullets. There was also a hunting knife, three boxes of matches, a couple of candles and a burner phone.
He quickly turned on the phone, and called Tex.
“I see you lost the laptop.”
“Didn’t have a choice.” Wraith told him. “Did you activate the…”
“I’m not an amateur, Wraith. Trust me. It’s now a very expensive paperweight.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ve been doing some diggin’ and I have bad news and some not so bad news.”
Wraith quirked a brow.
“Which do you want first?” Tex asked.
“The not so bad news.”
“I think I’ve located the Lala—or at least the last place the Lala was.”
“O—kay.” Wraith inhaled deeply, exhaled loudly and braced himself. “And the bad news?”
“Someone filed a missing person’s on Amelia.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Wraith flopped back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.
Chapter 11
The snow-covered mountains should have given Amelia some peace. Though she didn’t like the cold, a beautiful view always took her breath away. But Russia had become such a harsh place for her, she couldn’t focus on the way the dying some glistened off the snow. She couldn’t conjure up the happiness or the familiarity of it. Sadness pulsed through her as she tried bringing here mind back to the conversation Liam was having behind her with John Keegan.
Tex, as they called him was a handsome man, sinful eyes and an ever-present smile Amelia wished she could bottle. She kept meaning to ask Liam about him, but things were always getting in the way.
“A woman name Lisa reported you missin’” Tex was saying.
“It’s my best friend,” Amelia explained.
“Tex…” Wraith began.
“Already on it, brother,” Tex said. “But Wolf’s guys are far away. They wouldn’t make it over in time for much of anything.”
“Lili…” Liam’s voice cracked.
“What about her?” Amelia chimed in.
