Weather The Storm (Security Specialists International #3) - Plot & Excerpts
(EST), on I-66 in Virginia “Driver, pull off at this exit and then into the first gas station on the right,” Vanko said. “The gas station, sir?” The driver frowned into the rearview mirror, meeting Vanko’s stare. “We have enough fuel to get to the residence.” The Russian soldier sitting in the passenger seat turned and glared over the back of the seat. “This is not wise.” Vanko narrowed his eyes. “Pull over. Now!” The soldier must have heard the “don’t fuck with me” in Vanko’s voice, because he shrugged and then turned to the driver. “Do it.” Elana who’d rested quietly against Vanko’s side since they’d left the motel parking lot raised her head. With her lips against his ear, she murmured, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” he whispered over her cheek. “I need to pick up something before we reach the ambassador’s residence. Remember? I promised not to leave you once we arrived there.” She nodded, then laid her head back on his shoulder. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm as he cuddled her against him.
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