Page 47 of Grizzly Sleuth
First off, what could Idris actually do? Nothing. Yuri had been the one to get the most answers, and with luck, he’d get even more during his lunch with Olga. If lucky, the location of the chopper.
Idris just had to be patient.
Patience was boring, so boring he fell asleep and woke snuggled with Svetlana. He just about threw himself out of bed, worried Yuri would notice, only to realize he heard the shower. The other man had already woken.
Svetlana stretched and yawned. “It’s okay. I think he’s decided if I must be defiled that you are acceptable.”
“Must you call it that?” Idris grimaced.
Her lips curved. “Does it help if I say I really enjoyed my defilement and hope to do it again soon?”
A smile tugged his own mouth. “In that case…”
He didn’t say anything more because the bathroom door opened, releasing a whoosh of moist air. Yuri called out, “You’d better be decent,” before he stepped out in a towel.
“Do you really think we’d be going at it with you in the same room?” Svetlana exclaimed.
“Just making sure. I’d hate to have to gouge out my eyes.” Yuri rifled through the remaining clean clothes he’d bought before settling on some stiff new jeans and a ribbed knitted sweater. “I’ll have to go shopping after my lunch with Olga, I think.”
“We don’t have money to replace your wardrobe,” Svetlana warned.
“Olga will think it odd if I keep showing up in the same outfits,” Yuri countered.
“I thought this was your last meeting.”
“I’m thinking it might be wiser for me to remain close to Olga. That way I can know if anything changes with the investigation.”
“It’s like you want to be caught. Whatever. Hope her pussy is worth it,” Svetlana spat before sliding off the bed and stalking for the bathroom. “I’m going for a shower. You coming?”
It took Idris a moment to realize she asked him.
Yuri glared.
Svetlana stared with an arched brow.
Only one thing to do. “Sorry, Yuri, but your sister is way scarier than you.”
To his surprise, Yuri slapped him on the back as he passed, saying, “Yes, she is. Good luck.”
Idris paused before entering the bathroom to say, “You too.”
“Who needs luck when I have a magical?—”
“Don’t you say it!” Svetlana yelled.
“What’s wrong with my personality?” Yuri said with a grin. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Please try and air out the room before I return.”
Apparently, he expected them to have sex.
He wasn’t wrong.
A worried Svetlana didn’t just blow him in the shower; she rode him harder than a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. Idris didn’t mind her version of stress relief because it worked for him, too.
Especially since Yuri was gone for much longer than a simple lunch. It was late afternoon before he returned to a pacing Svetlana, who growled, “About time you got back.”
“Excuse me for being productive,” Yuri drawled as he entered the hotel room. “I’ve got news!”
“What did you find out?” Idris asked.
