Chapter Thirteen: Date With The Enemy Pt 3

With dinner paid, he stands and offers me his hand, and I once again gladly take it as I retrieve my purse and sling it over my shoulder.

“Would you like to join me for a walk? If you don’t find it too cold,” he clarifies.

I hold his hand and hold his arm close, “A walk sounds perfect,” I say softly, smiling up at him.

He smiles down at me, but something about it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time. Nevertheless, he escorts me out of the restaurant, and we begin walking down the streets of Moscow. The air is cold and unpleasant, but his body warmth is acting as a very welcome portable heater.

“I’m sure you do this with all the women,” I tease.

He shakes his head with a reticent smile on his face, “No, I definitely don’t do this with all the women. You’re different.”

Well, I already knew that, but it’s nice to know he knows that. Aside from lying about my name, I’ve been myself all night, and that should unsettle me, but it doesn’t. I’ve never felt so comfortable being myself