“Hah! He’s only six years older than me!”
“Oh.” Katya bit her lip, but couldn’t contain her curiosity. “You don’t see him as a brother, do you?”
“God, I’m pathetic. And obvious.” The other woman rolled her eyes. “He still sees me as that scrawny kid he picked up. It hasn’t sunk into his tiny male mind that I not only have boobs, I’d like to use them, thank you very much!”
Katya burst out laughing just as dawn began to whisper on the horizon. “You’re waiting for him?”
“I’m giving him one more month. I swear, after that, I’m taking the first offer that comes along.”
“It’s wonderful, you know,” Katya said, mind filling with memories of pure molten heat. “Being with someone who touches your heart.”
“You don’t sound very happy.”
“I think he’s going to hate me now.”
A siren pierced the air, cutting off her breath.
“Damn.” A scowling Jessie pulled over to the side of the long, otherwise empty road. “I swear,” the blonde muttered, “the hick cops have nothing better to do than hassle law-abiding citizens.”
“Jessie, we’re actually—”
“Shh. Think law-abiding thoughts.” Sliding back her door, Jessie grabbed her coat and jumped down. Katya couldn’t see her as she moved toward the officer, but she heard her words. “Michel Benoit, don’t you have to go eat a doughnut or something?”
“That’s Officer Benoit to you” came the drawling response. “I got a report you’re carrying contraband, sweetheart.”
“Hell you did!” Now Jessie sounded pissed. “I’m clean and you know it.”
“Contraband’s about yay-high, dark blonde hair, on the thin side. Ring a bell?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
Katya had every faith in Jessie’s skills, but she had no desire to get the woman who’d helped her so much into real trouble with the law—it wasn’t as if the cop wouldn’t check the vehicle. Sliding back her own door, she stepped out into the frigid winter air and walked around the front of the truck to stand beside Jessie, the dawn soft and muted around them. Even the snow lining the roadside looked warm in the red and gold light.
“What exactly,” Katya said, meeting the cop’s ice blue eyes, “am I supposed to have done?”
He smiled, his dark brown hair waving in the gentle breeze. “Might have something to do with firing a stunner.”
“They filed a report?” There was something disturbingly familiar about this Michel Benoit.
He raised an eyebrow. “You
“That means there’s no report,” Jessie told her, hands on her hips. “He’s got no right to pull you in.”
Michel’s eyes flashed. “This ain’t none of your business, Jessie.”
“Take your ‘aint’s’ and shove them,” Jessie muttered. “Everyone knows you’ve got a flippin’ law degree.”
The man didn’t seem to take offense, his smile reaching to warm those eyes. “Here’s the deal,” he said to Katya. “You can come with me nice and easy, or I find something to charge you both with.”
“Both? Jessie hasn’t done anything.”
“Jessie,” Michel murmured, “has probably done quite a lot of things.”
Katya put a hand on Jessie’s arm when the other woman shifted forward, as if tempted to deck the cop. “It’s the eyes,” she muttered. “The color threw me off but you have the same eyes.”
Michel’s smile widened. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
“Name Devraj ring a bell?”
“I might have a cousin called Dev, but you know, it’s not that unusual a name.”
Certain now that there was no way Michel would let her leave, Katya turned to Jessie. “Thank you.”
Jessie was still scowling, but she hugged Katya tight. “You ever need help again, you call me. You got my number, right?”
Katya nodded, having memorized the cell code. “So,” she said to Michel, “where to from here?”
CHAPTER 33
Dev made his way from the airjet to his cousin’s home—just south of the border with British Columbia—using the snow-capable rental Maggie had organized. Given the airjet’s speed, he wasn’t that far behind Michel taking Katya into “custody.”
Arriving at his cousin’s place, he got out and strode straight to the front door. Michel opened it as he was raising a fist to knock. “She’s all yours, Santos.” Thrusting his hat back on, Michel said, “If I were you, I’d don body armor.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
His cousin tipped his head and walked off to his own vehicle. Trying to get a handle on a temper that flat-out refused to respond to the cool brush of metal, Dev walked through the door and followed the echo of Katya’s presence to the kitchen—where he found her calmly eating a huge blueberry muffin, a cup of what looked like hot chocolate at her elbow. Jesus—there were even marshmallows in the damn chocolate. “Looks like Michel took good care of you.”
A glance that told him nothing. “He knows how to treat a woman.”
Okay, that bit. “As opposed to?”
A shrug.
He watched as she picked out a blueberry and popped it into her mouth. “Did you really think you were going to get away?”
“Giving in is not what I do.”
It was a slap. And it poured the most frigid water over the temper he’d irrationally feared would turn him into his father. What the hell had he expected Katya to do? Sit meekly while he held her captive?
The woman who’d survived Ming LeBon’s brand of torture wasn’t the sitting-around kind.
Blowing out a breath, he folded his arms across his jacket. “How close are you to wherever you’re going?”
She froze, then seemed to shake herself out of it. “I’m getting closer.”
“Still no certain location?”
“It’s northwest . . . I think possibly Alaska, though it could as easily be in Yukon.”
Dev stepped close enough to play with a strand of her hair. She didn’t pull away, but neither did she deviate from the concentrated destruction of her muffin. He was being ignored again. He realized that should’ve irritated
