"Good." She sounded pleased. "It'll be a crack-of-dawn kind of affair. I think eight o'clock will do." He made for the door, then stopped and turned back to her. She leaned in over his shoulder.

"Thanks for today, Theo," she said in real warmth, stooping to leave an unexpectedly gentle kiss on his parted lips. "I'll see you at morning."

No, wait. Natasha." But she was already walking away, leaving him to worry about the sudden revelation she had given about her father. Had it been an oversight? Or on purpose? The latter made him shiver and unable to sleep for the longest hours. CHAPTER THRE Theo woke up to...