“I’m serious!” He shook her lightly. “Say that there is a later, because I don’t want whatever this is to just be about pounding one another up against some handy door or wall.”
Nikita tried to see her own reflection in his dark eyes. He wouldn’t allow any flippant answer. But she didn’t know what else to give. Only once in her life had she promised there would be more and she’d lied. Instead she’d sent Barry out on a mission with too little information and he’d been captured, then tortured to death in the Congo—and not even for information, just for sport.
Yet for Drake—how was she supposed to make an acceptable answer for Drake Roman?
A part of her wanted to, needed to. A part of her didn’t dare.
Fear. That was one thing that had been trained into a Special Operations fighter more th
