“The spooks are setting up a sting at your apartment. Making it look like you’re moving back in. They want the hit team.”
“That tells me what they’re doing. Not how long it will take.”
“There’s no way of telling, but we don’t have to stay here, Professor.”
“I’m not taking this trouble back to Roman’s place. What if they find me there?”
“My condo is ready and the movers delivered my furniture today.” He’d been thinking about taking her back to Boston since the threat level escalated with the Luminescent employee’s death, but he’d known Danusia wouldn’t go for returning to her brother’s apartment.
She looked at him, waiting for more.
“Come stay with me.”
“I . . .” She looked over his shoulder, though he knew there wasn’t a damn thing of interest to see.
“You said you’re defending your thesis in October. Does that mean you aren’t signed up to help with classes in the fall?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
“So, you’re just working on your thesis?”
“Yes.”
“Does it have to be done here?”
“The university library is here.”
“And you still need it?”
“Not exactly.”
“Why the trip today then?”
“I want to verify some facts and a couple of resources.”
“Sounds like busywork.”
“I’m ready to get out of this suite.”
She’d lasted longer than a lot of people would have. “I ge that.”
“So?”
“So, come home with me.”
“For how long?”
Shit. He’d known this question was coming and damned if he hadn’t decided what his answer was going to be. “For as long as I can get you to stay.”
“You mean like in sickness, health and corrupt pharmaceutical companies trying to get to me?” she asked, as her gaze came back to him.
“Yeah, like that.”
“I . . .” She was looking at him again, but her eyes were filmed with tears. “I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”
“I want you.”
“Any way you can get me?”