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

He woke at a soft touch on his shoulder. “Rise and shine, partner,” Vincent murmured into his ear. “I swept the apartment for bugs. Dr. Yarborough has collected his offspring and driven off to the police station to meet up with our lawyer. Jones is sacked out below. Evans is in the house, and Sanders is sleeping in the workshop. Rogers rented a car and is headed for Atlanta. And the door is locked.”


Nikoloz rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. “I neglected to shower last night.”


“We can shower after I have my way with you. Scoot over.”


Nikoloz moved as far toward the edge of the bed as he could without falling off. That was the problem with most beds: they just weren’t designed for two normal sized people, let alone one All-American ex-football player and his Russian partner. Vincent stripped out of his clothing and slid between the sheets. His hand slipped over to close on Nikoloz’s cock.


“That’s what I’ve been dreaming about for the past two hours,” he said with a grin.


Chapter 29