It’s Habib. Damn, that hurt.” He released me.I spun around and touched his face. I explored with my fingertips. I ran my hand along his chin and over his lips. He could be any hunk with stubble.He laughed. “Take your time,” he said in a soft voice.I touched something metallic. “What’s that?”“Night vision goggles. None of these small secondary tunnels that suit my purposes are lit and I prefer not to announce my presence with a flashlight.”He smelled good in a musky male-scented way. I rubbed my cheek on his beard just to be sure he was Habib, after all it was dark as a tomb. He pulled me deeper into the narrow passage.“Why did you disappear? You were going to rescue us.”“I tried. I went to your tent a couple hours after you went to bed. I thought your vodka-guzzling guards would be passed out and I’d simply take you out of the tent and put you on a camel. Unfortunately, the guards roused when I touched the tent flap. I covered myself by chewing them out for sleeping on duty.”“So my dream about hearing an argument in Russian wasn’t a dream.”“Right after that, Sergei Sputum, my ostensible employer, called and demanded my presence here immediately.
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