Conall Reid’s POV We have landed in Moscow, Russia in the private hangar of my plane. We got off and I was happy to feel that cold air of Moscow again. I don’t know what about this country that made me like home. I guess it’s the beautiful Russian doll that was walking hand in hand with me out of the hangar to the private Lamborghini that I rented. “Mr. Reid,” the valet said as he handed me the keys before Katrina snatched it from me. “Hey!” I exclaimed before I giggled. Katrina was holding the keys in front of her as she shook it. “I’ll drive,” she said. I laughed. I shook my head before I went to snatch it. I don’t get it. She was too quick. “come on, Katrina. No time for games. We’ll gonna be late for our dinner with your sister,” I said as I looked at her. She smiled wickedly. “

