Kyle Reeves stood at ease beside her…except she’d come to suspect that nothing was at ease with Reeves. There was a readiness about him. He had a lively smile, a quick wit, and appeared to live on the balls of his feet, ready every instant to spring into action. As if she needed another sign that this was for real.
The door locks began to rattle open.
Reeves wasn’t tall, matching her own five-nine. He wore a maroon-and-white jersey—Venezuela’s national soccer team colors he’d told her—and had dark-haired good looks. He fit in at the airport, and he fit in beside her in the hall. Handsome enough to make her think certain thoughts she definitely wasn’t going to be thinking.
She, on the other hand, stood out like a runway beacon with her height, blonde hair, and white skin. Operators weren
