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audible.
“You have my word on it.”
    Olivia
nodded, wondering how he would react if she’d told him what she really felt.
That it wasn’t her life she was worried about – it was her heart.
    * * *
    “And
that was it?” Justine’s voice rose. “You agreed to go with him after what Alex
told you?”
    Olivia
slid off the bed where Justine was still recovering from a bout of flu. She
wandered over to the window. “Yes, I did.” She ran her fingertips over her
cheek, recalling Josh’s delicate touch. “There’s something about him, Justine.
He’s…oh I don’t know what it is precisely, but I trust him.” She turned back to
the bed. “I also sense a deep sadness in him. He tries to hide it, but a couple
of times…” She shook her head.
    Justine
pulled up the duvet and lay back on the pillows, watching her friend through
eyes that were half closed. “I hope you know what you’re doing. You say you’re
going because you feel there might be a story there but are you sure you’re not
kidding yourself about that? So what if you have a good time? At least you know
where you stand and he’s certainly easy on the eyes.”
    “He
is rather delicious, isn’t he?” Olivia smiled. “And the air around him crackles
with excitement. At the very least I can write a story about a rich American
gambling his way through some of the most exclusive clubs in Europe.”
    Justine
looked at her friend, suddenly serious. “I want you to promise me one thing,
Liv.” She frowned. “No, two things. Promise me you’ll enjoy yourself. Lord
knows, you’ve earned a holiday. Have fun.”
    “And
the second thing?” She knew what was coming.
    “Remember
what he said. Don’t fall in love.”
    For
a brief moment it was as if Josh was in the room with them, waiting for her
response. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Falling in love is the last thing I’ll be
doing on this trip.”

Chapter Three
    Josh
made his way unerringly through the warren of streets surrounding Covent
Garden, dodging the ever-present throngs of tourists and kamikaze bicycle
couriers. He slipped into a small side street and made his way to an
unremarkable old building, the granite façade stained and pitted by decades of
London smog. Speaking into the intercom he announced himself, aware that he was
being scrutinized over the high-tech surveillance camera. The procedure was
repeated in the foyer and he was admitted to the headquarters of IATO, the elite
international anti-terrorism organization.
    “Hello
Colin.” He shook hands with the head of British Operations. “Good to see you
again.”
    “Welcome
back.” The Englishman’s piercing green eyes seemed to see right through him.
“The team is waiting for us in the conference room.” The wall slid silently
open, and three heads turned in unison.
    “Hello
Sir.” A tall black man sprang up, a smile of greeting on his face. “Thank you
for requesting me for this assignment.”
    Josh
clapped him affectionately on the shoulder. “Hello, A.J.” A member of his
former team, the pilot’s skill with helicopters was unmatched. He, more than
anyone, knew how important the mission was to Josh.
    Josh
turned to greet the two remaining men at the table.
    David
Miron, an intelligence officer with Mossad nodded hello, his dark, penetrating
eyes signaling acceptance. The third man rose, his movements assured. “Glad to
have you on board,” he intoned smoothly, his firm handshake across the table a
mere hint of the strength hidden beneath the elegantly cut jacket. Josh
recognized Dirk Grant, sensing immediately that the stories he’d heard about
the legendary SAS agent had their basis in fact. Each of the men at the table
had been on more dangerous missions, had seen more horror than any group of men
should have to witness in a lifetime. Theirs was a deadly business. Josh had
lived with that knowledge ever since he joined the Special Forces
anti-terrorism unit many years ago, but nothing had prepared him for