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you’re concerned about your mother, don’t be. I’ll make sure all of her medical expenses are covered,” Konstantin added.
    Their gazes locked , his comment reminding her he knew the truth about her identity. Was he toying with her? If she didn’t agree would he unmask her right there? Had he already?
    “Perhaps I should speak with Tiffany alone for a few moments,” Konstantin said at her continued silence.
    “Of course,” Alexi agreed, standing to cross the room in quick strides before closing the door behind him.
    “I’d like to thank you for your generous offer Mr. Malovich, but I don’t believe I know you well enough to take a trip with you.”
    “I guess I should apologize for the confusion Tiff, but my offer isn’t a request.”
    Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she could tell from the look in his eyes he was beyond serious.
    “I’ve already decided to turn in my letter of resignation and be on my way. I’d rather put my experiences here behind me and move on with the rest of my life.”
    “Good and I’ll help you do it. Why don’t you run along now and pack your things while I finish up my business with Alexi.”
    He’d just dismissed her, as if she were no more than a bothersome child.
    Tiffany stood on unsteady legs, her mind a jumble of thoughts. At the forefront of her mind were methods of escape.
    “And Tiff,” Konstantin called once she reached the doors causing her pause, but she didn’t dare caution a look over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything foolish.”
    ***
    Foolish, everything she’d done these last five months was foolish she worried as she zipped her suitcase. From the frying pan into the fire, that’s exactly how she felt. Compared to Konstantin, Alexi didn’t even register on the map. She hadn’t worried about her transition back to her normal life on the east coast when she left Alexi’s household, certain that once he was in the hands of the proper authorities Alexi would eventually fade into obscurity. She couldn’t say the same for Konstantin, not only did the man know her real identity his reach was far and wide enough to cause her serious concern.
    The knock at the door made her jump, “Mr. Malovich is waiting for you.”
    “I’ll be right there,” she called back. Giving the room a quick once over. She’d cha nged into jeans, a form-fitting t -shirt , and pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail.
    “I’ll get those for you,” she didn’t recognize the man waiting outsi de her door and surmised he must be one of Konstantin’s guys . Another Russian, and although he wasn’t as big as Konstantin or Alexi there was a definite n o nonsense attitude about him. T he gun holster she glimpsed as he stepped aside to let her pass only added to her anxiety . In the main foyer she saw both men waiting. Konstantin was the first to spot her and like before he gave her apparel a quick once over before turning his attention back to his host.
    ***
    She felt like a head of s tate in the luxury SUV with its reinforced bulletproof glass and diplomatic flag s flowing in the breeze as it sped down the highway. That is to say if the diplomat was being whisked to a secure location for a quiet execution. Her stomach knotted with the mounting anxiety of her fate. Where were they taking her? Minutes ticked by and still nothing from her back seat companion who seemed completely comfortable with the silence. She stared out the window hoping for some opportunity to getaway. Where was the famous LA traffic which would slow the vehicle enough to allow her make a run for it? Was god in on this assassination attempt because he sure didn’t seem to be on her side at the moment? Maybe her time really was up. The thought wasn’t comforting. A few stay over guests lingered in Alexi’s home which explained why they didn’t bother getting th e deed done there. Fear crawled up her spine. There had to be a way out maybe if she knew how he planned to do it she could come