Once dinner had been cleared away he sat next to her. He wasn't sure how she would react to his plan for their cover, but it would be the easiest way to keep her close. He reached over and gently grasped the headphones on her ears, silently asking if it was okay and at her nod removed them and placed them next to her.

He reached behind him and grabbed a manila envelope which he tossed on the table in front of her. "Our cover will be as husband and wife during our time here, that way we can stay close without raising any alarms."

She froze and stared at him for a long moment. They just met and now he wanted to pretend to be married. Would they have to kiss? Her eyes went immediately to his mouth at the thought. She ran her tongue over her lips imagining what his would feel like over hers… His chuckle woke her from her musings, her face flamed at his knowing look.

"Umm, yeah. Okay, I can see the merit in that." She hoped she didn't sound as addled as she felt.

"Why don't you have a look at your new identity and memorize as many of the details as you can. We will be landing in about an hour." He gestured to the envelope and waited for her to pick it up before going to the bar and pouring himself another glass of scotch.

After about 30 minutes she felt she had a handle on most of what was in there. Richard and Emily Nolan. "Married three years, no children. You are a businessman who travels for his work. I am looking for something small to keep me busy."

"Good, you seem to have the basics down, we can work on the finer details as the days progress." He set his glass on the table and motioned to the door to the bedroom. "There is a shower and tub in the bathroom, and fresh clothes for you to change into before we land."

She was a little shocked. How could there be clothes for her when they came right from the office to the jet? Unless they were someone else's and she would just be borrowing them. "I prefer to wear my own clothes, your girlfriend can keep hers."

He laughed, a real genuine laugh. He never stayed with anyone long enough for them to have clothes at any of his places, let alone his jet. He schooled his expression and leaned into her space to whisper. "There is no reason to be jealous Lizzie, those clothes were bought especially for you."

She looked for the truth in his eyes. She was now dying to know if he had a girlfriend or not. She leaned a little closer to him, their noses almost touching and whispered back, "And what does your girlfriend think about you buying clothes for other women?"

His tongue swirled in his mouth, an action he couldn't stop with her so close. He reached up and traced her bottom lip with his finger, his eyes dancing with equal desire and amusement. "I don't have a girlfriend, Lizzie, though it seems you're interested in the position."

She needed to be on her toes around this man. She could sense that if she gave into him to easily he would run right over her, and she was beginning to think she might want more than a short fling. "My, aren't we presumptuous."

She leaned back and smirked at the surprise on his face; he was obviously used to getting his way and rather quickly. Well if he wanted her, he would have to work for it. "I'll just go get ready for when we land."

She walked away as seductively as she could, glancing back at him over her shoulder before she shut the door. He was definitely into her: by the look of it he was undressing her in his mind. Good, maybe she could get the upper hand for once.

He stared at the door for a while after she closed it. He needed to be careful, she was pure and full of light. His soul was stained with too much blood, he didn't want to taint her with his darkness. He didn't deserve happiness; he knew that. But now that he'd had a chance to meet her, he found himself wanting it… with her.

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The apartment he had for them was in the center of a bustling city, the streets alive with activity. They were currently walking to the market for supplies. How the number four on the FBI's most wanted list avoided capture for so long she had no idea. "Aren't you afraid of being spotted with so many people around?"

He tilted his head and smiled at her, his brows rising in amusement and a smile playing on his lips. "Father Brown is a little detective series created by G.K. Chesterton. And in one one of the stories, he asks, 'Where does a wise man hide a leaf?' "

She was mesmerized by his voice: it was decidedly sexy, especially when she could watch his lips as he spoke… she gave herself a mental shake and coughed to hopefully cover up her mental wanderings, but she could see from his look that it did not. "Umm, wh-where would he hide one?"

"In the forest." He decided not to call attention to the way she watched his lips , but filed it away for later. "I have been hiding in plain sight for the past 20 years. Blending in with the locals and their customs is key."

She smiled up at him, pleased that he shared at least a little snippet of his life. Hopefully she would be able to pull more from him. He was still mostly a mystery to her. "From what was available to read on the jet, you seem to read some pretty obscure stuff. Where do you find it all? I've never heard of most of it."

"Oh, here and there. I travel often, whether for business or staying ahead of whatever letter agency may currently have me in their sights." He shrugged, not sure of how much of his life on the run to reveal. If she were caught with him; the less she knew the better.

As they neared the market Liz was amazed at how large it was. She had expected a few stalls set up with local produce and such, but there was so much more. "Well this is certainly more than I had imagined."

"The main market is modest, the largest hall being given over to butchers. You can watch the craftsmen in action as they turn a carcass into table cuts."

She shivered in disgust, just the thought made her ill. It's a wonder she wasn't a vegetarian. "Eww, no thank you, I would rather not watch the process, too messy."

He chuckled at her antics. "This entrance hall is the fish market; fresh, salted, smoked, shellfish, crab, lobster; it's all here."

He pointed to a spot just off to their right. "Surrounding the main produce market are boutique stalls and behind it is a street of cheap clothing stalls."

She gave him a once over starting at his toes and working her way up, he was remarkably still during her perusal,she noted. "I have a feeling you don't shop for your clothes there."

It was his turn to look disgusted. "Goodness no, although, I try to have a few things on hand to blend in more thoroughly when the need arises. We should check it out."

The shopping done, they unpacked and freshened up. He was taking her out and told her to dress up. He also wanted to take her by the 'orphanage' so she could get a look at the place before she went by tomorrow to inquire about the position that was available.

The building was non-descript, blending in seamlessly with the others around it, a small sign by the door marking it as an orphanage. One would not know just passing by the ominous secret behind those doors. She hoped she was able to get the position, because she wanted nothing more than to put these barbarians out of business.

"Now that we've taken a quick drive by what will hopefully be your new place of employment, let's get dinner. "

"Dinner sounds good, I'm starving." A dinner date. She was excited to spend the time with him. Maybe he would be more open to questions with distractions around.

He took her to a an exclusive nightclub at one of the upscale resorts with a view of the Black Sea. "I would never have guessed you for a nightclub kind of guy."

"I'm not, usually, but I need to meet a contact. There is a wonderful restaurant here... and it is dinner time."

She was slightly disappointed: he'd said he was taking her out, and she had assumed it was a date. She didn't think a meeting with a contact qualified. "I'll let you do all the talking. I wasn't expecting to have to pretend to be a wife just yet."

"Fair enough." He took her by the hand and led her to the front of the line, where the bouncer gave him a quick nod in greeting and let them pass.

The club was packed, so she kept her hand tightly in his as they wound their way through the throng of people to a private room where his contact was already waiting. Red opened his arms and enveloped the man in a fierce bear hug. "Jason, it's good to see you. What's it been, four years?"

"Yeah, about that. What have you been up to and who is this beauty you have with you?" He stepped away from Red and eyed Liz lasciviously. He stepped in and placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.

She glanced at Red for a clue as to how she should react and caught his murderous glare at the other man, but he quickly replaced it with false joviality. "Hands off this one, Jason. This is my wife,Emily. Emily, this lecherous bastard is Jason Halstead."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Halstead." She was starting to feel uncomfortable with how this man was staring at her, so she latched on to Red's arm and pressed herself against him.

"Married?" Jason exclaimed. "Richard, you're married? I don't believe it."

"Believe it, my friend. She captured my heart and I couldn't imagine life without her." He freed his arm and put it around her waist to pull her in close.

Dinner was torture for Liz. Red kept trying to steer the conversation towards business and Jason kept wanting to know things like how good she was in bed. She could feel Red tense beside her but wasn't sure she could or should do anything other than keep as close to him as possible and act like he was the only man in the room. After dinner, she excused herself to visit the ladies room.

When she returned twenty minutes later, Red was alone and stood as soon as he saw her. "Perfect timing, sweetheart. I got the information I needed as soon as he didn't have you to be distracted by. "

"If I had know I was hindering your meeting, I would have excused myself earlier. " She worried that he would be irritated by the fact she didn't excuse herself before, but he didn't seem upset at all and was actually in a very good mood.

"Nonsense, I needed you to beguile Jason in order to get what I needed. You were perfect." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "You were hanging all over me and that had him off guard, he is used to women falling all over him."

When they got back to the apartment, Red excused himself to make a few business calls. She had a big day tomorrow, so she decided to go ahead and get some rest. She had the room to herself, since Red said he would sleep in the guest room even though both their things were in the main bedroom for appearances. She had secretly hoped they would be sharing the bed, but this arrangement was probably for the best.