Vitale glared at his son.Shut the fuck up.He did not approve of Gio being so forthcoming with a man he’d just met andbarely trusted.
I channeled all my energy into remaining indifferent, but beneath my shirt, I broke out into a sweat. “Famous?” I played dumb. “Are you talking about the Dunns?”
That couldn’t happen. They’d been through hell, and the Abramos needed to stay the fuck away from them. Plus, Olivia was currently on Shawn Dunn’s plane.
For the second time since meeting her, I considered putting what I wanted above the mission.
“The bullet pulled from Constantine’s body wasn’t traceable,” Vitale said. “The Hayward woman knows what happened. Giovanni will go to Munich and ask her.”
Fuck.
Gio’s focus sharpened on me. “Carlo, the man you replaced, doesn’t speak German. Do you?”
My throat was unbearably tight. “Yes.”
A stack of euros was shoved in my hand. “Then, do what you need to with the bodies, and meet me in Munich tomorrow.”
20
OLIVIA
I satin one of the rear-facing seats across from Fletcher as we finished our late lunches. I didn’t turn to watch the flight attendant open the door and extend the stairs for our final passenger. And, true to form, Ethan didn’t make any noise when he boarded.
“Glad you could join us,” Fletcher said after Ethan had relayed to the captain that we were ready to depart.
I sucked in a breath and turned, sweeping my gaze all the way up to his intense and beautiful eyes. There was that feeling of being weightless again. How did he have such an effect on me? And the wild part was he stared at me as if he felt that same weightlessness. His chest rose with a deep breath as he strode forward and took the seat across the aisle from Fletcher.
My brain was buzzing, and it was the first thing that came out, rather than a greeting. “You rescued Kara Hayward?”
Ethan’s surprise was quickly replaced with irritation, directed at the other man. “Yes. What else did he tell you?”
Before I could say anything, Fletcher replied, only in German. Whatever was said, it was utterly shocking, and Ethan jolted.
His tone was pure accusation. “You told him we slept together?”
I gnashed my teeth for a moment. “No, but I’m sure your reaction just did.”
Fletcher grinned. “Clever girl. Certainly more clever than you.”
He waved off Ethan’s icy stare as he stood, collected thelast of the lunch items on the tray, and moved toward the galley. His departure forced my attention to Ethan. He looked weary, and there was something else at the edges of his eyes I couldn’t place. Worry?
“Are you all right?”
He considered how to answer, perhaps wanting to lie, but the truth won out. “I’m exhausted,” he admitted. “You?”
I nodded and forced myself to sound casual to mask my anxiety. “I’m keeping it together.”
His gaze was inescapable. “I’ve noticed.”
A compliment from him? I felt flushed, heat warming my body. Determined to distract myself, I attempted to buckle my seatbelt, but the sharp sting across my palm reminded me of my cut. I wasn’t a baby, but it hurt like hell.
The pain disappeared when Ethan rose from his seat. “I can do that.”
“Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have?—”
But it was too late. I sat utterly still with my breath held as he leaned over, so incredibly close that it tempted me to reach out and touch him. To grasp his chin with my good hand and pull his mouth down to mine.
I was just barely able to resist. There was the faint sound of metal clicking, and he tugged gently on the belt to cinch it around my hips. Outside the fuselage, I could hear the engines priming.
