She opens her mouth to speak when I see movement behind her.
On cue, my sister and future wife are back.
Isn’t this cozy?
Daisy clocks Kiera instantly—eyes sharp, posture shifting, protective instinct snapping into place. She knows who she is—I’ve told her about the agency asking me to come back for a gig.
Enya stills, confusion flashing across her face before recognition settles in. She remembers her—Kiera—standing in the doorway of the interrogation room at the agency.
Kiera smiles, slow and deliberate. “Hi, I’m?—”
“Nobody,” Daisy cuts in coolly, placing herself between Enya and the table. “And, darling, you’re in my seat.”
I hold back a laugh because Enya doesn’t look happy—and the situation is slightly comical. My sister, my ex-colleague and fuck buddy, my future (maybe) wife and baby mama are all at the same place—which is a public restaurant in the center of Washington, D.C.
Kiera looks surprised at Daisy’s acid. She stands up slowly. Enya and I are not the only ones afraid of Daisy. She’s a force to be reckoned with.
Kiera doesn’t linger after that.
“What was that?” Enya can feel the charge in the air.
“Let’s order food first, and then we can dissect that bitch,” Daisy instructs.
Enya looks at me, searching—not accusing, but cautious—hurt held carefully in check.
“I didn’t invite her,” I say immediately. “I didn’t want her here.”
“Is she…is she?”
I won’t lie to her. “She was a colleague and, yes, we…had a sexual relationship from time-to-time. It happens during ops.”
Her eyes widen, and I groan out loud. Just like I had a sexual relationship with Enya during an op! Fuck me.
“Dom, get that foot out of your mouth,” Daisy snaps. “Good God! The man is a disaster.”
“I mean that it happened…in the past…not since I met you. There’s been no one…just my hand.”
“Ugh,” Daisy snorts. “Like I need that mental image.”
Enya’s lips twitch, and I know it’s going to be okay.
“Look…I told you that they’ve sent me feelers about doing an op.”
She nods. I’ve been trying my best to be honest without compromising classified information, so when Director Han called, I immediately told Enya about the call but didn’t give her any details.
“Well, Kiera is…she’s being persistent.”
I didn’t tell her about Kiera’s calls or the times she showed up because I worried how Enya would take it. Looking at her now, I know I fucked up. She’s taking it the wrong way—and that’s on me.
Relationships are a fucking minefield.
She cocks an eyebrow. “How persistent?”
Thankfully, the server comes then and we order. Enya has been eating up a storm these days, and I’m thrilled about it. The thing is that I’m so stupidly in love that I can watch her do pretty much anything as mundane as eat and not think I’m wasting time.
Kiera obviously doesn’t interfere with Enya’s appetite because she orders a three-course meal. Roasted New Zealandlangoustine, wild-caught sea bream, and Fiola’s famous panna cotta for dessert.
Daisy looks at her with appreciation. “I really, really like you, Enya.”
