Alex’s bandage turned red no matter how much she changed it. He was pale and clearly in pain, but shrugged all questions off, saying he would heal with time. If the wound became infected, he could die. And, what if he lost too much blood? He could get really sick, and what if she had to get a doctor, and led the pursuers right to him? As time went by, he did heal, but she found the wait gruesome. She pretended not to notice all the weapons he hid around the house, and if she reached for a pot and found a gun instead, she just mumbled, “Silly man,” and tried again. Life was peaceful on the surface, but there was nothing safe or certain about it. At the moment, she concentrated on being grateful for every day, and refused to let her fears get to her.Mark kept his word, and Alex went to work as sales representative for the Eastern European market. They weren’t working together, but they were in the same building, and having him so close helped soothe Jenny’s worries. He couldn’t disappear off somewhere when they shared a car, and the possibility of bumping into him at random times during the day was exhilirating.Jenny became Mrs Alexei Roshenko in August that year.
