Chapter 14: Spy Games
Nikoloz felt his heart thump. Vincent was having second thoughts. Wasn’t this how Americans did things? A last meal, then what they called “letting you down easy”? He composed his face. “I am listening.”
Vincent dropped his gaze. “I’m not really sure how to put this, partner. You know we can’t go on like this, pretending everything is just the way it was before we went to South America?”
“No, Vika. What do you wish me to do?”
Vincent’s head jerked up. His eyebrows rose. “Don’t start sounding like a mousy little housewife just because we cooked dinner together. We need to talk about this.”
“I understand, though. You are not the sort of man who could be satisfied with only one bed partner. I assure you I will not—”
“You damn Russian idiot.” Vincent shoved out of h
