“Good, you can stay here while you do that and we can keep an?—”
“I can’t stay here,” I said, shaking my head. “Iris is with me. Actually?—”
“You brought her with you? Where is she?” Valencia asked, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Does her husband know?”
I was an idiot. “She’s waiting for me in the car and?—”
“En serio?!” she yelled, throwing her hands up.
Seriously?!
She mumbled words in Spanish I couldn’t hear, that probably was for the best as she put some shoes on leaving the apartment quickly. I sighed, feeling stressed from the day and everything that had come from it.
“Dude, you better follow her,” Romeo said from the couch. “Who knows what she’s going to say to her and?—”
“Fuck, you’re right.” I interrupted him running to catch up with Valencia, who was thankfully still by the elevators. “I was just supposed to come for the key and leave.”
“You knew it wouldn’t be that easy,” she said.
“I was hoping to be in and out,” I said, running my hand through my hair as nerves settled in my gut. “Iris doesn’t know.”
“Of course she doesn’t,” Valencia muttered.
“She doesn’t need to know,” I said.
“That’s not fair to her,” she snapped.
“What’s the point of worrying her?” I scowled.
“Then why bring her?” The doors to the escalator opened as Valencia gave me a look that said I was an idiot and yeah, I was starting to think I was a fucking idiot. When we arrived on the ground floor, Valencia left me on a mission to find Iris without me. Once she saw Mark’s SUV she walked toward it. He was a driver we used together and we trusted him immensely.
“Where is she?” Valencia had the back door open.
“She said she was hungry and she would be back,” he said, looking sheepish. “I tried to get her to wait, but she walked away, not giving me a choice.”
“Sounds like her,” I said looking around for her. “Any idea where she went?”
“She asked about sushi,” Mark said.
“T-Sushi is just down the block,” Valencia said, already walking away. “Grab your bags Beau, don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Only for dinner!” I yelled.
I sighed, feeling drained and exhausted.
“You know she always gets what she wants,” Mark chuckled, already getting our bags out.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, grabbing our bags. “I appreciate your time. Sorry about the wait.”
“It’s fine, you were my last client,” he grinned.
“Well go home to the Mrs. and relax,” I said, bumping my elbow against his.
“Will do,” he said walking away. “Oh, hey?—”
“Found her!” I looked at Valencia with Iris, holding two bags of food.
“Thanks, Mark,” I said over my shoulder, walking to the girls. “You think that’s enough food?”
