June 3, 2014

This Time the Dream's on Me—Harry Connick, Jr. (6:16)

Leverage

Sophie and Nate

Prague was unseasonably hot, he thought. He wasn't all that enamored of Prague in the first place and chasing after a thief in this heat was tedious at best and futile at worst. He wanted to be at home with his wife. But the job was the job.

Then there she was. A vision of dark hair, impish smile and soulful eyes. Her eyes caught his and then she turned and ran her laughter floating on the air behind her racing form. He blinked and realized she had the Degas tucked under an arm. "Dammit," he cursed without heat.

Damascus was a lot like Prague in some way, Nate decided. Mostly because the dark haired vision was there again. She spotted him over her shoulder and then turned to face him. "Sophie Devereaux," she told him in a soft British Accent. "How do you do?"

Nate nearly swallowed his tongue but he shook it off and smiled politely. "Nathan Ford, pleased to meet you."

"The same," she said with a laugh and then turned to run again. Nate laughed too and then gave chase. Luckily she left the painting behind her and in the end he caught her but it had been one of the best chases he'd ever participated in.