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“Put your legs around me.”

Her eyebrows shot toward her hairline. “Let me go! You aren’t trying to help at all—”

“Your choice, maya krasavitsa,” he said, stepping away. “Good luck.”

“No, wait,” she cried out as he started down the sidewalk. When he stopped, she let out a harsh breath. “Okay, I’ll do it your way.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, obeying without argument this time. Alexei cupped her thighs, pushed into the cradle of her hips. His coat was long and hid their bodies from view. If they did this right, anyone seeing them would think they were having sex.

She was small, soft, and she smelled like summer in the Urals—a hint of flowers, sunshine, and cool water. Anger flashed through him. Her scent made him remember, made him feel. He didn’t like feeling. He had no room for feeling.

Feeling made you weak, had the power to break you.

“Kiss me,” he growled as the footsteps pounded closer. “And make it believable.”