Zach Castelianos looked completely relaxed, arms loosely folded, legs outstretched, feet crossed at the ankles, a bland expression on his face. In other words, he seemed perfectly normal—except, he wasn’t. If he were, he’d never have made such an outrageous request. A real challenge? This was a joke. It had to be. Or maybe Kaz had misunderstood. A man could hope, he thought, and folded his hands on the top of his desk. “Do me a favor, Castelianos. Run that by me again.” “You heard me the first time, Savitch. I need you to deliver a woman to Sardovia on Christmas Eve.” Kaz laughed. “Trust me, dude. I am absolutely not going to Sardovia for Christmas.” “You don’t have to stay. Just get her there, hand her over and leave.” “Zach.
