CHAPTER TWO “MY HUSBAND?” Isabel’s voice cracked. Her expression would have been comical if this were not such a serious matter. “Yes.” Niko understood her shock. He even sympathized. Discovering he had a wife had sent his world spinning off its axis. But her feelings—his feelings—would only delay the annulment needed to remedy this “complication” so he could marry Julianna and help his country. “It is a lot to take in.” “Take in?” Sharp, brown eyes bore into him. “Okay, Niko or whoever you are, cut the bull and tell me what’s really going on here.” He stared at Isabel with the dirty, baggy coveralls, lopsided ponytail and grease on her hands and cheek. She might be halfway attractive with her oval face, high cheekbones and expressive eyes, if she weren’t dressed like a man and covered in motor oil. “Come on, Niko.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Spill.” He expected her lack of protocol and manners, but the strength in her voice surprised him, as did her take-no-prisoner tone.
