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

“Ed Johnson, Atlanta division.” Vincent explained the situation. “We’ll handle it, Mr. Lowe. Get Davis to look at your partner. He’s our medic.”


Vincent headed back inside. He wasn’t exactly surprised to find Margaret hanging all over Nikoloz, running her fingers through his hair.


“Which one of you is Davis?” Vincent asked, then pointed out Nikoloz’s injury to the man who stepped forward. Davis returned to the sedan and collected the team first aid kit, a duffel bag full of medical equipment. Vincent hauled Margaret away from his partner, ignoring her glare.


“This is going to need stitches,” Davis said after he pulled away the bloody gauze on Nikoloz’s side. “Doesn’t look like it hit anything but muscle, though. I don’t think the ribs are chipped.”


Nikoloz let out a yelp when the anesthetic shot went in. Vincent caught his arm before he connected with Davis’ head. “Gees, partner, I’d think you’d be numbed up enough already.”


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