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response.”
    “And the appropriate response in this case would be?” Maggie was dying to look over her shoulder, but even she knew that would be bad form.
    “You should totally dance with this guy. And if he wants you to go get a room with him, you should do it.” Courtney sounded bizarrely businesslike. “He’s a mega hottie. Seriously. Prepare yourself not to act like a deaf mute.”
    “I think I’ve got this,” Maggie assured her friend with a chuckle.
    From the corner of her eye Maggie noticed a man heading in her direction. She actually felt a pang of disappointment when she realized that it wasn’t Jacob. Not that Courtney would have been able to keep that a secret, but Maggie still couldn’t be certain how she felt about seeing Jacob again.
    “Excuse me, ma’am?” The man’s voice was coated in a very familiar Eastern European accent. “My name is Sasha.”
    “Hello, Sasha,” Maggie said politely. She was starting to think this was not a normal pickup. Beside her, Maggie sensed Courtney practically panting over this Sasha person.
    “I am here on behalf of a man you met nearly a month ago,” Sasha said, leaning in close so she could hear him. “His name is Jacob Dolohov.”
    “Wait, what ?” Courtney, who had obviously been eavesdropping, pointed right at Sasha. “Are you telling me that your criminal friend asked you to come over here and pick up my friend?”
    Sasha actually looked confused. It would have been amusing if it hadn’t been Maggie’s life. Maggie thought back to that first night. This Sasha guy didn’t look like one of the creepy goons that had been tailing her and Jacob from the club to the hotel. What if he was in a rival mob or something? Did that happen in real life or was she going a little too far down fantasy lane?
    “I’m not trying to pick up Ms. Morrison,” Sasha told them.
    It occurred to Maggie that she hadn’t given Jacob her surname that night. She’d just told him her name was Maggie. “How do you know my name?” She was afraid she already knew.
    “We know a lot of things, Ms. Morrison,” Sasha said. His tone danced perilously close to a threat. “But the only thing that matters for the moment is that Jacob Dolohov would like a word with you.”
    “Where is he?” There was no way Maggie was getting into some dark car and driving to a slum somewhere in New York. She might not be an experienced woman of the world, but she hadn’t been born yesterday either.
    Sasha gestured to an area at the back of the club that was roped off. “He’s in the VIP section. Considering recent events, he decided it wouldn’t be wise for him to walk about in the open.”
    “Recent events,” Courtney scoffed. “I’ll bet.” Then she turned to Maggie. “I think you should tell him to go fuck himself, but I know you probably won’t.”
    “I’d like an explanation,” Maggie admitted. She touched Courtney’s arm. “I’ll only be a minute.”
    “I’ll stay right here until you text me,” Courtney promised. “But for the record, I think this is a really bad idea.”
    Maggie nodded and then turned to follow Sasha. If Courtney was saying that something was a bad idea, it probably meant Maggie should be running the opposite direction, screaming her head off. So much for common sense.

Chapter Five
    Jacob could not believe how tense he was waiting for Sasha to return. By the time he saw Sasha’s dark head bobbing through the crowd, Jacob was ready to tackle him for information. Then Jacob realized that Sasha wasn’t alone. Maggie was following close behind him.
    The sight nearly took his breath away. She wore a little blue dress that set off her dark hair and made her look even more fairy like. He had remembered her being beautiful, but he hadn’t recalled this sensation of having the wind knocked out of him.
    “Jacob,” Sasha said with a mocking little bow. “I found your lady friend.”
    “Lady friend?” Maggie propped on hand on her hip and glared down at