Free To Russia With Love (Countermeasure Series) by Cecilia Aubrey, Chris Almeida

you know when we’re on the move.”
    If Trevor could, he would’ve already handled the destruction of the files, but his and Cassandra’s hands were tied until they had a trail to follow. George was like a bloodhound when he was following a lead; Trevor hoped he would sniff it out in no time. For now, they would have to sit tight. But even with knowing from experience these things take time and patience, it wasn’t easy being in a holding pattern.
    Trevor wanted results; he wanted his father’s notes. Way more than Devlin wanted his decrypter out of the hands of whoever took it. The sound of footsteps in the hall brought him back from his thoughts. The aroma of coffee reached him first, followed closely by Cassandra walking in the office with a cup in her hand, her eyes still cloudy from sleep.
    Trevor smiled brightly and greeted her, “Good morning, a ghrá .” He watched as she sat in her chair, nursing the cup between her hands.
    “Damn your cheery self. Here I am, dragging ass,” she grumbled.
    Trevor chuckled. Gotta love the woman—she was vicious before her first cup.
    She took a sip and almost purred. “Hmm. Heaven.” Her delight was a turn-on.
    “Glad you could finally make it,” he teased, hoping to brighten her mood. She leaned back in her chair and continued nursing the coffee, almost as if she hoped its aroma and heat would breathe some life into her. The past couple of days had clearly taken a toll on her humor.
    “I spent most of yesterday on facial recognition exercises. Had to get back into the groove, just in case it’s needed.” She took another sip and moaned. “Plus, waiting on George to come back with news, my brain was about to burst last night.” As the coffee worked its magic, she lifted her hooded eyes to meet his. “Good morning, love.”
    Cassandra had that sensual somnolence on her face every morning; it always tempted Trevor to throw her down and ravish her on whatever flat surface was available. “You, my dear wife, are tempting.”
    She looked at him over the rim of her cup and smiled sweetly. “What was that for?”
    “Nothing in particular. Just stating a fact.” He’d never worn his heart on his sleeve the way he did now. Letting his love shine through his eyes, he enjoyed the delectable view as she continued to down the coffee.
    Cassandra glanced over the rim and grinned, blowing Trevor a kiss. “So, can I play hooky?” Trevor raised his eyebrows and gave her the look. “Damn. Jeez, it was worth a try,” Cassandra sighed deeply. She knew there was no rest for the wicked when they were on the hunt.
    Scooting closer to her desk, she readied herself to tackle whatever new assignment they had on queue. As she set the cup aside, she noticed the orange light blinking on the task bar. She rushed to open the chat application and found several messages from George.
    Are you there?
    Cass?
    Trev?
    “Hey, it’s George!” Cassandra called out to Trevor as she continued to read.
    This is BIG! You won’t believe what I got.
    We need to talk NOW!
    “He’s jacked about something.”
    Be here at 14:00 hours your time.
    Cassandra’s brow furrowed, “Okay, he was one unhappy geek last night” She glanced at her watch. “We have about five hours to kill before he gets to work.” A flash of impatience crossed Trevor’s face. “Trevor, he has to sleep.” Cassandra saw the frown set into his features. He hated waiting. “That’s it.” She pushed from her chair and stood. “Let’s go.”
    “Where?” Trevor asked surprised.
    “Downstairs. Gym. Now.”
    “Why?” Trevor’s amusement was written all over his face.
    Cassandra turned and briskly headed for the door.
    “Hey!” Trevor called out. “You didn’t answer.”
    She poked her head back in the doorway. “To see if I can still kick your ass! See you downstairs in five minutes. First one down picks the workout.”
    Trevor’s laughter and something that sounded like “payback, lass” followed her across the