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For a moment all I could do was stare.
Stare at a man who shouldn’t be in Egypt. Who shouldn’t be in my room. Who shouldn’t be anywhere near me.
Yet there he was.
Easton Spears.
And worse, something inside of me calmed at the sight of him before unease took over.
Had Kira already figured out Zane’s secret?
Was that why Easton had broken into my room?
Now was not the time for the big reveal, not when Maddon was still out there planning and plotting.
After I took out Maddon and stopped what Charlie called his end game, I’d face whatever censure Zane intended to dole out.
It was time for all the bullshit to end.
I was too tired.
I was done playing a game of Russian Roulette.
Dutch had warned one day he’d need to tell Zane the truth. I’d just hoped that when that time came, it would also come with me stepping out of the game completely. I was smart enough to understand in my line of work my usefulness had an expiration date.
Easton pushed away from the railing, his movements cleverly casual, laidback, non-threatening yet still powerful. Movements that were intended to lull me into a false sense of security.
He was full of predatory grace, the kind that would strike when the time was right.
Masculine beauty—from his height, to his build, to his perfectly chiseled features, to his intimidating gaze.
There was something about him that threatened to reach down into my soul and expose all my vulnerabilities. Something that endangered my carefully crafted façade. Something that excited and scared me. Something I should’ve guarded against. But damn if I didn’t want Easton to see the real me—not The Dove, not The Fixer, not The Mediator, not the woman Charlie had made me into but the woman I was supposed to be. I had no idea who that was exactly and I’d long ago resigned myself to the fact I never would. She’d been lost to circumstance and necessity. But whoever she was—that was who I wanted Easton to know.
I trusted one person completely—Charlie.
I trusted two men with my life—Charlie and Dutch.
Charlie had my love and admiration in a fatherly, mentor sort of way. I knew Charlie gave that love back in a very guarded, very cynical way. But no one outside of my mother had loved me totally and completely. It had been years since I’d felt that kind of love and now was not the time to yearn for it back. And Easton was not the man who should be making me crave it.
“Customs or traffic?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“Your flight landed hours ago. Customs or did you get caught in traffic?”
Was he insane?
“What are you doing here?”
“Here in your room or here in Cairo?”
No, he wasn’t insane. He was playing a game.
“Let’s start with Cairo,” I suggested and for some reason Easton’s lips twitched.
“Your dad sent us.”
Us.
