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Sara
“—clearly a trap,” I hear Ilya say as I exit the bedroom, yawning from my nap. “He’s trying to lure you out, that is all.”
“Obviously, but we still have to pursue the lead,” Kent says as I stop just out of sight in the hallway and peek into the living room.
Peter, Esguerra, Kent, and all three of my husband’s Russian teammates are crowded around a laptop on the coffee table, filling the small space with so much testosterone that I can almost taste it. “Lethal masculinity” are the words that come to mind as I view their tall, superbly fit bodies and hard faces.
Lethal, panty-slaying masculinity.
Of course, Peter is far more magnetic than the others, I decide as they continue talking, oblivious to my presence. Kent’s blond looks bring to mind a pillaging Viking, and I sense som
