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“How do you know so much about all these places?” she asked as we were headed down the almost empty sidewalk moving toward the main terminal.
“I’ve learned everything I can about escape routes since my capture.”
“I’d say that makes sense but why here? The enemies you fought wouldn’t dare set foot on American soil. Even if they did, why would they come after you?”
The answer wasn’t one I was willing to provide. “Let’s just say I’m a cautious man.”
“I hope one day you can trust me.”
“I’ll be out of your hair before it comes to that, princess. Don’t worry. Remember to act like we’re lovers, but don’t raise your voice too much.”
“How about if I disguise it? I’m damn good at French.”
Chuckling, I pulled her to a stop, searching the area leading to the sets of doors. “Do anything you want.” She’d selected another dark wig, which oddly enough also suited her. She continued to tremble, but I didn’t doubt her ability to pretend to be anyone she wanted to be. That was in her nature.
With our bags in hand, we entered and I immediately headed for the lockers. The men’s restroom was feet away. I pushed her against the bank of metal, planting my hand on the side of her head, lowering mine. “Stay right here. I’m grabbing the key.” They’d yet to be changed to coded lockers, which was better for the package the courier had placed inside. I didn’t have time to ask him questions who he’d used in preparing the passports and I really didn’t care.
“Pourquoi devrais-je quitter mon homme sexy?” she purred, assuming I had no clue what she was talking about. Why would I leave my sexy man?
I kissed her lightly on the lips, feeling the same jolt as the first time. “Si vous le faites, vous serez puni.” If you do, then you will be punished.
When I tried to pull away, she bit my lower lip on purpose, laughing softly as I headed into the bathroom. I scanned the expansive room, searching for any sign of an out of place man. No one paid any attention when I came in. Fortunately, the stall Jeremy had mentioned was free. I found the small envelope with the key exactly where he’d told me I’d find it, slipping it into my pocket then flushing the toilet.
I returned, noticing a man was trying to talk to Isabella. She acted as if she didn’t speak English, her French flawless. I walked closer and as soon as I did, the man threw up his hands.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to find the locations of the rental car kiosks.”
As I narrowed my eyes, I pointed toward the bank of escalators, saying nothing until he walked away. Then I reached for my weapon only to realize we were sitting ducks. “What did he say?”
“He was asking if I knew where the kiosks were. He also told me I was beautiful and asked if I wanted to have coffee.”
“Goddamn it.”
She grabbed my arm. “You can’t go after every person who approaches us. Just keep calm.”
I gave her a harsh look, grumbling under my breath. She stood beside me as I opened the locker, spouting off words in French that I wasn’t paying any attention to. At least she could fake being joyful when dread consumed me. The envelope contained everything we’d need. I handed her one of the passports, studying her face against the photograph Jeremy had requested be doctored. Whoever had created them had done a damn good job. I’d seen my share of fake ones over the years. They’d stand up under most scrutiny.
Now, we waited. I moved us toward another gate with a plane that was leaving approximately the same time. The gate we needed was in the next section. This would provide at least some protection. The seats I’d selected would allow me to catch sight of anyone coming from either direction.
We sat in silence for a few minutes but the tension between us was high.
“What if they find us?” she asked in a small voice.
“Then we leave.”
“They’re never going to stop.”
“Not until they get what they want.”
“I’m sorry.” She tilted her head, her eyes darting back and forth.
I couldn’t imagine what she was going through. I’d been trained to go on the run at a moment’s notice. I had weaponry skills and had become an explosions expert. Covert actions were in my nature, but even with all the drills done by the Secret Service, nothing could prepare her for having her entire life destroyed in a matter of days. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You didn’t do this.”
“Yes, I did. I knew what I was doing was risky. I was just very excited about my discovery. Maybe I’m as naïve as my father made certain to tell me at least once a month.”
“Your father is an idiot.”
She laughed, squeezing my arm for the second time. “You have a way of making me feel better.”
