Two weeks passed without events. They lived their lives the same way they always had. Nothing changed. Sometimes they stayed in, sometimes they went out.
Calista continued to tease the men because she got pleasure from seeing them frustrated and tense. But none of them touched each other or even started anything. Strangely, Calista was okay with that.
They haven't heard anything from the Russians or their mysterious, powerful enemy. Jaxon’s men reported every day and it was the same thing. But the group knew this was just the calm before the storm.
It couldn't have ended like that—no, something was coming. It was just a matter of when.
“I want to go out today,” Calista announced that morning at breakfast. “Alone.”
And with that last word, she got everyone’s attention in the kitchen
