Michael stared at the deck blankly, wondering why Will was offering to do this.
“Look, I’ve been hearing about you for years. Just spent the last several months of my life helping Sophie look for you. I feel like I already know you better than I should. We may as well start catching up.”
Michael sat back, surprised at Will’s openness. Over the years, he had occasionally – perhaps more than occasionally – felt jealous when Sophie talked about her boss in worshipful tones. He understood now why Sophie was so drawn to Will; the man was simply decent.
Solitary and mistrusting by nature, Michael’s first instinct was to send this man away. But Will was a big part of Sophie’s life, and if Michael was ever to take his rightful place in her world, this was where it began.
“I would like that.” He pulled the bedside table over between them. “But I do not know very many card games.”
“I’ll teach you.”
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February 22, 2014
Sophie awoke to a silent compound. Considering she’d spent the best part of the previous day unconscious, she’d expected to sleep poorly through the night. Instead, she’d slept well and woken shockingly late at 11 a.m. Then again, she probably hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in six months.
Kathy, the nurse who had helped look after Michael when he was first brought in, brought her some food and took out Sophie’s IV. Sophie took a careful walk around the infirmary with the nurse’s assistance, the first time in nearly twenty-four hours she’d been on her feet.
This took her to 12:30. Another hour and a half in her private prison. Sophie dutifully peed into a cup for Kathy, allowed the nurse to check her vitals, and took her required meds. Paced around the room a bit more. 12:45. She turned on her laptop and plowed through a backlog of emails. Made a to-do list. Checked flights back to New York for availability. 1:15.
She could feel Michael’s presence at the other end of the building as clearly as she could feel the laptop under her fingers. It tugged at her, like they were attached by an invisible string. She needed to be with him, needed him. Difficult, angry, messed-up man that he was.
In the corner, she found her overnight bag from their ill-fated trip to Kaliningrad. She dug through it, looking for her shower things and a toothbrush. She turned to Kathy, who didn’t even look up from her paperwork.
“Not until 2 p.m., Sophie. Dr. Shah made me promise.”
Sophie sulked on the bed until 1:45, then started pacing again. She was driving Kathy and Sergei, who was at the door, crazy. Tough shit.
At 2 p.m., she cleared her throat. Kathy gave Sergei the thumbs up. He smiled and let her fly out of the room down the hall. She took a long shower, not caring if she used every drop of hot water on the compound. Shaved, plucked, and spruced up as best she could. With a deep breath, she pulled on the white lingerie Anjali had given her earlier in the week. She gasped as the silky fabric slid over her skin. The garment fit a little loosely on her after all the weight she’d lost from the dysentery, but it still looked nice.
She peeked out to see if the hallway was clear, then ran on tiptoes along the cold floor to her old quarters. She nudged open the partly closed door. Her heart flew in her chest, and she suddenly wondered if she’d be welcome after last night’s drama. But it was too late to worry about that. Michael, who had been standing with his back to the door, looking at something on her desk, had turned to see who was there.
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Michael could not take his eyes off her. He stood, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. “Mana mila,” he croaked, “you look…I…uh…” He could see a smile forming at the corner of Sophie’s mouth as he tried to make a coherent sentence in any of his languages.