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I looked around the open restaurant one last time, still feeling the uneasy about having the meeting here. This was the final dinner, the last political formality before the wedding on Sunday, and Russians had insisted we had it In an open restaurant.
On a normal day, I would have refused but became I had felt the urge to see her again after the engagement, I agreed without thinking about it. Yet she had come in without even acknowledging me. I kept my denials on a high loop in my head: It meant nothing. It was pure release. She was tempting, and I took it. That was all. I wasn't bothered by the way she had shoved me off her bed, or the murderous look on the guard's face as the door closed. I certainly wasn't bothered by the two days of not seeing her after it and wondering what she was thinking or doing.
