Secured By The Seal. Carol Ericson
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Название: Secured By The Seal
Автор: Carol Ericson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9781474078566
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“Yet. You were going to use your resources to investigate him, right?”
“Yes.”
“And while I’m at it, I’m going to get to know you better, too, Alexei Ivanov. I know you’re not an artist or a boxer.”
Of course Britt had checked him out. She wasn’t stupid, or particularly trusting...despite her angelic looks and her halo of blond hair.
“You should know by now you can trust me, or Sergei would’ve fired you before your shift tonight.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can trust you, but can you trust me?”
He narrowed his eyes, noticing for the first time that Britt’s pretty face included a stubborn chin. “What does that mean?”
“I offered to help you, too, but I have to know who you are and why you’re investigating the Belkins if it’s not the sex trafficking. And if you don’t tell me—” she dragged Leanna’s keychain from the front pocket of her jeans and dangled it in front of his face “—I’m going to have to complain to Sergei about a suspicious man who comes to the club by himself and doesn’t even watch the dancers.”
He raised an eyebrow as humor and annoyance battled in his face. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not kidding. You know everything about me and what I’m doing here, and you just keep tossing out these tantalizing hints. If we’re gonna be a team, I don’t want to be kept in the dark.”
“You do realize that if you mention me to Sergei, I’ll have to out you, too.”
She snorted, her delicate nostrils flaring. “You wouldn’t do that and put me in danger.”
Alexei studied her face, his gaze moving from her dark green eyes to her resolute jawline. He’d prided himself on playing it close to the vest, but his protective instincts must’ve been on full display. “Pretty sure of yourself, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. I work with people every day, their deepest, darkest feelings all out there in the room between us.”
“What if I told you you’d be compromising national security if you told Sergei about me?”
“I’d tell you that you’d better start talking.”
* * *
AS BRITT SAT across the dinner table from Alexei, she ripped a roll in half and dredged one piece in the small plate of olive oil between them.
She wouldn’t really have exposed him to Sergei, and he probably knew that—at least she hoped he did. If Alexei had decided to tell her his secrets, he was doing so because he wanted to. The man across from her wouldn’t allow himself to be forced into anything.
She held up the bread, dripping oil, and asked, “Why’d you choose this place for dinner?”
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