“Hello, my beautiful Russian soulmate. What can I do you for?”
She scoffs at my overzealous greeting. “Daniel isn’t going to stop until someone makes him.”
“I know.” I frown at the phone. “What are you thinking?”
“Ivan called,” she whispers conspiratorially. “There’s a ship leaving in the morning.”
“You don’t say,” I sing, a grin stretching across my lips.
Kieran spins in the computer chair at the wall of monitors to give me a questioning glance.
“Open the door,” Roo deadpans. “Before I fry their security system to see my bestie.”
