It’s the truth, but it’s not the whole truth. I stop short of saying what I’m really thinking.
That I can’t possibly sleep with one man while I’m in love with another.
Because the tragedy of our story is that I do love Misha Orlov.
That’s exactly why I have to leave.
That’s exactly why I can’t.
“You got a minute?” Konstantin asks as he walks into my office.
“Only if you’ve got a location on Anthony.”
Maybe it’s a good thing my wife is holed up in my mother’s house. Now, I don’t have to worry about bumping into her in the halls here. I don’t have to be on watch for another knife in my back. Her scent is fading and my head is clearing and life as I knew it before her can resume.
“Great. Then you do have a minute.”
I get to my feet. “You know where he is?”
Konstantin nods. “He’s rig
