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At Nikita’s call, Drake looked up in time to see Arthur’s reaction: oddly pleasure, not dismay.
“I am so glad I found you, Mr. Roman,” he bumbled through the locals going about their business and finally came to stand close in front of the bench they were gathered around.
“Why is that?” He tried to stamp down on his irritation at the interruption and knew he was doing a lousy job of it. The image of going swimming off a tropical beach with Nikita, with or without bathing suit, had rocketed to the top of his mission list. And now, of all irritating beings on the planet, he had to contend with Arthur. If he ended up being the key to all of this, Drake was going to turn in his Minigun.
“Norma has been pushing me for a way to help you. And I’ve been thinking on it very hard.”
“I’m not
