She takes a sip and her eyes light up with satisfaction. “That’s so good!” She finishes it then holds out her cup for more. “Halfway this time and add horchata, please.”
I do as she asks, she mixes it then hands it to me once she’s satisfied with the taste.
“Try it,” her encouragement is necessary because the mixture is blasphemous to me. “Try it, Axel.”
Giving in, I take a sip and am pleasantly surprised that I like it. The rum mixes well with the cinnamon undertone of the drink. We’re halfway through the movie when we’re done eating. While I’d prefer to be fucking, I like knowing there’s something more to us to facilitate conversation. Sex isn’t our only feature as a couple.
I clear the trash and return with her snacks. Heaven fucking claps when she sees the kettle corn.
“The perfect mix of sweet and salty!” she cheers. Paulo just earned himself a bonus. “I’m sorry, I was wrapped up in my hormones. How was your day?”
I glance at the screen. “Your made-for-television mystery is back on.” I don’t want to admit I’m actually watching it now.”
“It’s okay. I’ve seen enough to solve it.”
“Really?” I’m torn between asking her to prove it and waiting until the end.
“Yes. Also, it’s a marathon.”
That helps. I can check her knowledge then watch the next one. “So, who did it?”
“I can almost guarantee she had a secret lover with something to lose. He did it.”
How did she get that out of the same movie I’m watching? There hasn’t been any clue of her loving anyone. I answer her anyway.
“My day was weird. Allie came back, and there’s something off about her. I just can’t place it. She hasn’t shown any real emotion. The best way I can describe it is like when a manic person is medicated. They’re with us but not all there, ya know? She still hasn’t told me what caused the first tantrum.”
Heaven snorts and takes a sip of her drink. “You can’t fix Allie’s issue, trust me.”
Her tone suggests she knows something I don’t. I study her profile, but she points at the screen. I’d be damned, that man confesses to the murder, while he tries to kill the nosy little woman who figured it out. The millionaire silent partner was sleeping with the victim, and she threatened to tell his wife.
“Damn, I wish someone would solve my mole problem that easily.”
“One in the same, Axel.”
“What?”
Heaven pauses the television and turns to face me. “I have theories based on observations and no real proof, but your mole is Allie.”
Allie is a sweet girl orwasa sweet girl I just don’t see it. She’s been with me a long time, and the issues are recent.
“But she’s been my trusty assistant for over five years.”
“I know, and she may have started with good intentions, but that’s all over. I picked up on it the day I met her, but it wasn’t my time to say anything.”
“Why?”
Heaven grabs my hand. “I was a Hawaiian fling, flying in for more sex. Allie has been at your side for years. One would call her your ‘work wife.’ I would’ve sounded like a crazy person.”
I nod because it makes sense, but I still don’t understand why she thinks it’s Allie. “Why tell me to give her a week off, if she’s my mole?”
“I understand her reasoning although the delivery is fucked up.”
I grab our cups and go to the bar to refill them with more crushed ice then make us another drink. Heaven accepts her cup when I return.
“And the reason?”
Heaven takes some of my hair and wraps it around her fingers and gives me a gentle smile. “She’s in love with you.”
