“I doubt she has anything to do with this,” he says. “She doesn’t look like she can handle lifting a box of toys let alone take on a grown man...”“Looks can be deceiving,” Yulia warns. “Besides, I seen her before.”“This is New York City,” Curtis muses. “There is always a chance you’ll see the same person twice.”“I mean, I seen her in Moscow,” she explains.“Moscow?” Curtis repeats softly before it dawns on him what she is talking about. “Officer!” he shouts, grabbing the attention of the closest. . The house was... imposing. Sharon recognized it as a place she'd seen peripherally on a number of occasions during fundraising visits in this neighborhood. Armand had probably gotten a chuckle out of being so close by, but undetected. As for Sharon, she didn't NEED to find Armand -- he always managed to find HER, so the situation had never come up. She'd assumed that he lived in a high-rise in the city, and left it at that. Now she realized that a number of things that she'd taken for granted. He was a good kisser, not too aggressive, but nicely assertive, his tongue teasing hers, his breath quick and shallow. He tasted a little of the ale he’d pretended to drink, but also like himself – something unique and heady. He smelled foul, but more than made up for it by how he felt against her.And it felt good – his body was hard and lean against hers, one of his hands kneading her ass, the other stroking up her spine. She could feel him hard against her thighs, and he shuddered deliciously. Focus. I'm only concerned about my three-meter space; I controlthat; ignore everything else. I felt the adrenaline.An arm hooked mine.I turned to look. So plain to see: a cheery, loving smile, a smile ofadmiration and pure love, a smile that no caring family or loved one couldever ignore or pass off. Here I am: combat vet, long-serving soldier,tough as nails SOF guy. Here I am: walking up the aisle at a wedding.I never thought it would happen this way. I had never wished it wouldhappen this.