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high ponytail and still hanging nearly to her waist. Several bright pink streaks showed though her hair too, reminding Andrea of Hannah’s blue statement highlight.
    The small woman ran across the room and launched herself into Niko’s arms. “Bubba, you’re here! We’ve missed you.”
    “I missed you, too, Nat.” Niko laughed. “This is the rest of the team. And here’s the one I was telling you about.”
    Andrea waved when he introduced her and raised both eyebrows.
    “She’s the one ? May the gods be with me.” Natalja threw Andrea a pitying glance and then shifted her focus to the tall Russian in the room. “Who is this handsome piece of meat, Niko? Have you brought me a toy?”
    Andrea could’ve sworn Vadik’s cheeks colored slightly.
    Niko’s little sister strutted up to Vadik without hesitation and ran a finger along his coat sleeve. “Do you like to be spanked, big boy?”
    Andrea’s eye twitched and she pressed her lips tightly. She didn’t like Nah-tall-yah touching Vadik. It bothered her way more than it should’ve.
    “Not at all.”
    Natalja shrugged. “I always have to ask.” She smiled and turned back to her brother as Niko released an exasperated sigh.
    “I need to leave you with Vadik and Andrea while I take the rest of the group to see Uncle J.”
    She nodded. “We’ll get started on the hair first and then I’ll take them out to shop. Both of them need some new stuff if they’re going to pull off what you want.”
    “Sounds great.” Niko turned to Andrea and Vadik. “Stay with my sister. You’ll be safe here.”
    Andrea nodded and Vadik inclined his head, acknowledging Niko’s instructions.
    Niko turned and left, motioning the rest of the group to follow.
    The little bell on the door rang as it slammed shut behind the last of the team.
    Natalja walked over to a stylist’s chair and patted the seat. “Come on, honey. We got our work cut out for us.”
    Andrea gulped and twirled a long strand of her perfect blonde hair around a finger. Damn. Why did Sasha have to have black hair?

    V adik had learned to cultivate comfort in any situation, but this beauty salon was pushing his hard limits. The pink didn’t bother him, the clientele didn’t bother him, but he hated— hated —the gossip.
    Listen more, talk less , Babushka would say.
    It underlined his desire not to take women on jobs. Flapping the gums distracted from focusing on the mission. And these women were queen jawers.
    He stayed by Andrea’s side while Natalja worked her magic. She was his responsibility now, and he wasn’t about to let her out of his sight after all Niko’s you’ll be safe here .
    Vadik had grown up on the streets of Grozny. He wasn’t afraid of a bunch of Polish teenagers who thought they were killing machines.
    But… trouble never comes alone .
    Two young women in the next occupied chair eyed him and spoke in loud Polish. They glanced between him and Andrea, and their inflection left little doubt as to the content of their conversation.
    He fought not to roll his eyes.
    As if these strangers had any right to comment on his sex life. Or Andrea’s.
    Natalja returned to the chair and flipped her hands through the black hair. She took the comb from her pocket and drew it through. “Yes, I think this turned out well. Now…” She turned the chair around so that Andrea faced the mirror.
    The look of displeasure on the Texan’s face tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he bit back the smile.
    “What do you think?” The red-lipped stylist asked, flashing her white teeth. “Pretty good, given the circumstances.”
    Andrea pulled her fingers through her long hair. “I don’t think it’s as dark as Sasha’s, though.”
    Natalja drew her lips together and fingered a few strands of hair. “I can lay down another color, but not for at least twenty-four hours.”
    “We don’t have that kind of time.” Vadik crossed his hands. When Andrea’s eyes flipped up to him, he added, “According