Page 28 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“Just about money? You see? I would never say such a thing. You mock money when you should glorify it. Countries fall because of money, just as humble men can rise to great heights. Like me. I grew up in a family with nothing and look at me now. All because making money is my passion. It comes before anything.”

“That just means you’re corrupt.”

“Call me what you will. It makes no difference. I have answered your questions. Now it’s my turn.”

“Really? You’re interested in me?”

“I’m interested to know why a man like you— a wheeler dealer as the Americans say—a man who has achieved so much, is working for United States Law Enforcement—and off the record. You’re a civilian, yet you put yourself in these perilous situations.”

“I enjoy it.”

“That’s it?” Alexi exclaimed. “You enjoy it?”

“It can be very satisfying—and exciting at times. Like, right now, for example.”

“Ah, yes, meeting men like me,” Alexi shot back with a grin. “We are a special breed. What about Phoebe? Why does she put herself at risk?”

“That’s much easier to answer. She’s an adrenalin junkie.”

“Ah. So she’s a risk taker.”

“Aren’t you and I the same? Risk takers? We just jump off cliffs for different reasons.”

“Donovan, I’ve enjoyed this chat but it doesn’t change anything.”

“It wasn’t meant to, and thank you for being so forthright.”

“I hope you don’t give me a reason to hurt you or Phoebe. You’re unique, both of you. Fencing with you has been entertaining, but I won’t hesitate to do what I must to get what I want. You will deliver the portrait to me.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Your best means nothing. It will be delivered or it won’t. One last thing before you leave. Poncho! Come here!”

Though a slight chill rippled through him Donovan was intrigued, then surprised when a black German Shepherd trotted into the room.

“Ah, there you are,” Alexi exclaimed. “I rarely introduce Poncho to my enemies, but I no longer see you that way. You are an adversary—a worthy opponent—and you have won my respect. Poncho, say hello to Donovan.”

But as the dog walked towards him Donovan stood perfectly still.

“You needn’t fear him. He’ll be your friend unless I tell him otherwise, but he’ll be offended if you don’t shake hands.”

As Alexi spoke, Poncho stopped, sat down and raised his paw.

“I’d be delighted to shake hands with you, Poncho,” Donovan said, bending down and gently taking it in hand.

“You can see yourself out. I’ll tell Ari to bring Phoebe into the foyer. Goodbye, Donovan. Come along, Poncho.”

“Goodbye, Alexi.”

Walking to the elevator and stepping inside, Donovan didn’t know what to make of what had just transpired, but if Alexi thought they were now just opponents he was wrong.

He’d threatened Phoebe.

Alexi had been his enemy and was now, more than ever.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

When Donovan stepped from the elevator Phoebe was standing alone in the foyer. She didn’t speak, just stared at him with wide-eyes. As he placed his arm around her shoulders he could feel her trembling, and hastily guided her to the door. The moment they were on the street he hugged her tightly.

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