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She poked him in the ribs, “When we get out of this alive.” She liked the intimacy of the gesture.
“Right. Well, I’ve got some buddies who would love to meet you.”
Mila could feel her skin go cold. She knew what kind of “buddies” people wanted to introduce pretty blonds to. It had served her well as a spy in the Ukraine, but Alisa, Irina, and Lyudmila were all three sick of being used for their body.
“They’re in this odd little intelligence group with no name. Finding a trained insider in Ukrainian politics, fluent in English and Russian…they’re definitely going to want to meet you.”
“That…” wasn’t what she’d been expecting. “Do they work with you very much?” Or would he be far away if she worked with them?
Manny was nodding. “That’s kind of their purpose. It would be nice if…”
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