What did he want?
I hesitated about waking Besian. He needed to rest, but I knew he would be upset if I waited to tell him something so important. I started across the living area toward the bedroom but froze when I heard a key turning in the lock on the front door. My heart leapt into my throat, and my eyes widened in horror as the door began to open.
Terrified that our home was being invaded, I screamed, “Besian!”
The door swung open suddenly, and I flinched, certain I was about to get shot and killed by the man who had been following me around Albania.
But it wasn’t the Weasel standing there, gawking at me from the doorway of our home.
No, it was a woman. A gorgeous woman. A knockout.
And when the scent of her cotton candy and vanilla perfume hit me, my heart shattered into a million little pieces.