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“Tanya? You okay?”
She gave him an odd look, which he should be used to by now. Tanya Larina was one of the least predictable women Alex had ever been around.
Bethany was sharp, funny, and had a shield wall about a mile high.
Tanya’s emotions never showed in a meeting. Afterward all of the doubts and questions traveled across her face in a fascinating sequence.
But he hadn’t seen a look quite like the one that shifted onto her face as she inspected him while he continued holding the Jeep’s door open for her.
Except it wasn’t really her door.
It was usually…Valentin’s!
He looked down at her knee-length, white-wool coat and swore.
She arched her eyebrows at him in question.
“Uh. Valentin usually sits there. I didn’t brush off the seat before you sat down. I’m so sorry. I have a
