CHAPTER THREE
“My husband?” Isabel’s voice cracked. Her expression would have been comical if this wasn’t such a serious matter.
“Yes.” Niko understood her shock. He sympathized with her. Discovering he had a wife had sent his world spinning off its axis. But Isabel’s feelings—his feelings—would only delay the annulment needed to remedy this “complication” so he could marry Julianna and help his country. “It is a lot to take in.”
“Take in?” A sharp gaze bore into him. “Okay, Niko or whoever you are, cut the bull and tell me what’s really going on here.”
He stared at Isabel with the dirty, baggy coveralls, lopsided ponytail, and grease on her hands and cheek. She might be halfway attractive with her oval face, high cheekbones, and expressive eyes, if she wasn’t dressed like a man and co
