Sunday. Safe House. St. Petersburg, Russia.
FELECIA WATCHED JAMIE AND Harper, her gaze bouncing between them like a ping-pong ball as the men traded jabs over breakfast. She didn't understand half of what they were saying, but the general feel was one of good humor. One thing was for sure, this team was comprised of five very good-looking men. Jamie had darker skin, hair and eyes, similar to Felecia's own coloring. Harper was hard to pin down. He was tanned, but it was hard to tell if he was born that way or just liked the sun. His hair was short and dark. Most of the time he wore a knit cap, like now.
Kelsey jabbed her in the ribs causing Felecia to flinch sideways. She'd met Kelsey first thing in the morning in the bathroom of all places. Felecia had been washing her hands when the doo
