"What were you going to say?"

He smiles. "Nothing. Just let me know where you are at. My number is programmed in your new phone."

I wiggle my eyebrows. "Did you put any sexy photos on there?"

An amused expression fills his face. "No. But I can if you wish."

I drag my finger down his chest and stop above his cock. "Maybe I'll surprise you with some pictures."

He groans. "Don't tease me, kotik."

Hmmm.

I roll off him. "Are you showering?"

"Of course." He rises.

"Do you want company?"

His eyes twinkle. "Is this a trick question?"

I follow him into the bathroom. We have an intense shower session. After, I sit on the bed, with a towel around my head and another around my body, while he packs.

"So, where are you going?"

He avoids my eyes. "To the east coast."

To the...My stomach flips. "You're going to New York?"

His face hardens, and he pauses but finally says, "Yes."

"Dmitri—"

"I have business there."

"That involves me?"

He folds a black T-shirt and sets it on top of the pile. He looks up. "I'm getting your stuff back. Unless he has destroyed it, which will create more consequences for him, everything in that apartment that belongs to you will be moved here."

"I don't want anything except for my computer and samples. Everything else can stay in the past."

"Then that is what I will bring back to you."

"How?"

He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, the green has turned to an almost-hunter shade. He steps forward and pushes his hands in my hair. "This is one of those times I will not share with you what I am doing. It is for your safety."

"Are you going to kill him?" I blurt out.

Something passes in his eyes. A chill races through my spine.

"No," he says without inflection.

Then why do you look like you're going to?

"Dmitri, I..." I look away, my stomach flips. Mitch is not a good person. I've grown to only feel hatred toward him. But I do not want his death to be due to me.

Dmitri tilts my head toward him. "I just told you I am not killing him. Your eyes tell me you don't believe me."