Cold War, hot spies, y'all. Vincent and Kolya are back -- in the Deep South. They must protect a brilliant chemist and his family while the man completes the new formula he's promised to sell to T.H.R.U.S.T.<br><br>The assignment should have been a piece of pecan pie, but F.I.S.T. has its eye on the formula, and the local rednecks take exception to a bunch of Damn Yankees moving into their territory. Can the two spies keep the family safe? Will the doctor's two precocious children sabotage the whole assignment?<br><br>And what about Vincent and Kolya's new relationship? This is their first assignment since they made the decision to move in together. Can they cope with the strain of the job ... and the humidity? Or will their new romance be put on the back burner along with the grits and collard greens?

Southern Fried Spies

“All four of them were on the ground, Daddy,” the girl said. “You should have seen it.”


“You got into a fight with Donnie?” Dr. Yarborough asked. “Over what?”


“Over him being a redneck bully,” Vincent said coolly.


“He did not like the fact that I am Soviet, either,” Nikoloz added from the pantry. “You purchased enough potato chips to feed six teams.”


“You fought with Donnie?” the doctor repeated. “And his henchmen?” He gave Vincent a telling look. Vincent explained what had happened. “We may or may not get a visit from the police, but Sunflower’s just got a little case of nerves. She’ll be fine. Maybe a little tot of something stronger in her tea.”


Billy flung open the back door and dashed inside. “You got in a fight? I knew I should have gone along with you. I could have shot them for you.”


Margaret gave Nikoloz an adoring glance as he handed her a cup. “You should have seen it, Daddy,” she repeated. “They just karate chopped them—one, two! It was like one of Billy’s movies.”


Chapter 18