Her eyes narrowed.
"Baby doll?" she echoed. "Who is that?"
She straightened slowly, the graceful motion somehow more threatening than any sudden movement. Her gaze slid to Igor.
"Igor, go look around. Make sure no one else is here."
Igor nodded once. He didn't speak. The massive man simply pushed himself away from the crate like a moving mountain and walked toward the far end of the warehouse.
Each of his footsteps echoed hollowly in the vast, dim space.
"He is a good man," she commented lightly as Igor disappeared behind a row of stacked shipping pallets. "He does not ask questions."
Her eyes returned to Brandon.
"Whoever Baby Doll is," she continued calmly, "she is not me and has nothing to do with."
Brandon's pulse thudded painfully in his temples.
If she was not affiliated with Babydoll…
Then why the hell was she here at their rendezvous point?
