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

Margaret started and whirled, hiding one hand behind her back. When she spotted him, her expression changed from one of dismay to one of delight. “I knew you were man enough to admit your true feelings,” she said, sliding through the window. She offered him the smoking joint.


Nikoloz plucked the thing from her hand and crushed it out in the ashtray on her bedside table. “I do not believe your father would approve of your drug use. And I am not here for the reason that you believe.”


Margaret sat on the edge of her bed, tugging her T-shirt tighter over her breasts and looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “A little pot never hurt anybody, Nicky. You need to learn to relax.”


“Please call me Mr. Donauri. I need to discuss your feelings for me.”


She sprang at him then, flinging her arms about his neck before he could step back. “We don’t need to talk. I want you just as much as you want me.”


Chapter 32