They had slipped out of the hotel lounge after the trench coat had given up and left the bar.He had been torn whether to take chase, or get Allegra back upstairs. If it was Grant, and she was working alone, he should have confronted her then and there, but he couldn’t be sure it was her, or that she was acting alone. Then there was his cover to consider.He’d made the only decision he could make at the time, to protect Allegra first and hope that he’d be able to locate Grant afterward.He closed the door just as Naldo rolled off the couch. “Everything okay, prim—boss?”“Who’s he?”“How’s Petrov?”“Still sleeping.”She spun around. “I said, who is he?”“Allegra, meet Naldo.”She glanced back at his cousin, gave him a long hard look. “You’re the…chauffeur. The guy who drives like he’s on speed.”“Sì. Chauffeur. Errand boy. Watch dog. Vigorous bull… It’s a pleasure, señorita.”Naldo was grinning like a puppet on a string. The truth was, he loved women—all women.
