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“I don’t!”

“All right.”

Roman walked in, carrying a baby bottle with a chocolate protein drink in it. “Here you are.”

“Do you want to give it to her?” Salem asked him.

“Ahh, not this time.”

Salem nodded and sat with her on his lap in the rocking chair. She squirmed around.

“Can you pass a blanket? Sometimes she feels more settled with a blanket over her. Plus, she feels the cold.”

Well, England wasn’t the warmest place in the world. But he was right, she did feel more settled with a blanket over her and as Salem pressed the nipple of the bottle to her lips, that feeling deepened.

She sucked on the drink and held Atlas close. Her eyes drifted shut as she started to drift.

52

Alexei was fuming.

So angry that he could barely see straight. He just managed not to slam the front door as he stomped his way into the house.

After the debrief, he’d gone immediately to the boxing ring. He’d had to burn off some of this fury.

He couldn’t believe that bastard had gotten away from him again.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that he’d had three sparring sessions, the anger was still there.

It might have been better if the manager of the gym hadn’t cut him off and sent him home.

Bastard.

He strode toward the gym in the house. He should probably stop and get some food, some water. But he was too wound up.

They should have had Pinky this time.

Was Salem right? Had someone tipped Pinky off? But he couldn’t figure out who would have done that.

Surely no one on their team.

Entering the gym, he headed straight to the boxing bag. He didn’t care about gloves or the fact that he was still in his work-out gear which had grown damp and cold from sweat.

Nope.

He didn’t know how long he pounded on the bag. But his hands were feeling raw and throbbing in pain when he drew back. He was breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin.

“Wow. Do I want to know whose face you’re pounding on?” a soft voice asked from behind him.

No. She couldn’t be here.

He didn’t want her seeing him like this.

Taking several steps away, he turned and then slammed his hand into the wall. Bits of plasterboard as well as flecks of paint rained down on the floor.

“Alexei!” she cried out, running over to him.

He leaned his forehead against the wall. “Leave, Bunny.”

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