Cillian: And you know all of this how?
Me: Are you free or not?
Finn: What brand?
Me: Kelcinon
Finn: I’ll send Rory out to do it. Send him the location.
Me: ?? You’re the best, boss.
Finn: Fuck off.
Me: ?? I love when you talk dirty to me.
Cillian: Wait, let’s go back to why you’re with Elena.
Me: We’re on a date. I didn’t even have to pay her to spend time with me.
“What has you smiling like that?” Elena asks, making me put my phone down.
“Just my contact. They shouldn’t take too long. What happened with your insurance?” I ask, wondering how much she’s willing to tell me.
“My dad just passed away not that long ago, it must have lapsed with him,” she answers softly with a sigh.
“Sorry to hear about your da.”
“Thanks, are you visiting Vegas?” she questions, not outright asking where I’m from or about my accent.
“Just moved here from Ireland. It’s quite the place.”
“I imagine it’s a lot different from what you’re used to.”
The server brings us our drinks, and she toys with the umbrella in hers.
“Very different,” I reply.
“Do you miss it? Do you miss home?” she asks, her pretty blue eyes boring into mine.
“Aye. Though Vegas is proving not to be so bad. But home will always be home.”
She nods her head as she picks apart the straw wrapper.
“So are you a drug dealer, or?” she blurts out, and I laugh and shake my head.
“I just have connections. Looked like you were hard up, and thought I could help. No, I’m in mitigation,” I explain.
“Mitigation?”
“Figuring out problems before they become problems.”
“Do you like it?”
“Sometimes it’s not so bad. Keeping a bunch of grown men in line can be tiresome.”
She tilts her head and inspects me. It damn near feels like she’s digging into my soul and dredging out my secrets.
Our food comes, and we eat in silence. She glances up at me every so often but doesn’t speak.
