From the corner of my eye, I catch Kri’s head kick back. I wasn’t planning on lying about my relationship with Lila. It just didn’t seem relevant to correct Kri’s assumption about Lila being a witness in need of protection. For all intents and purposes, that’s exactly what Lila is.
She’s also much more than that.
Since the cat’s out of the bag, I stride over to my girl and give her one more kiss before heading out.
I pause in the open doorway, motioning for Kri to follow me. With Lila’s safety in mind, I only lead Kri three steps into the hallway before planting my feet. “Okay, so here’s the thing.”
Before I start, she holds up her palm. “If this is where you tell me she’s the most important thing in your life, we can skip it. I’m well aware, and I promise to protect her with my life.”
Normally, that type of dismissive comment would piss me off. But coming from her, it’s oddly reassuring.
I study the blond spitfire before responding, sizing her up in much the same way she’s done to me since her arrival. Kri’s obviously strong and confident. Yet it doesn’t come off cocky. And she doesn’t back down from my blatant appraisal either. Another point in her favor.
“You know what? I like you, Kri. I think you’ll take good care of her.”
She nods, keeping her face neutral. “Thank you. I will.” No smugness or self-righteousness in her tone.
Yeah. She’ll do.
I peer toward my condo before returning my attention to Kri. “One last thing. About my brother. So here’s the deal.”
My words dry up. I don’t know how I can say this without sounding like an asshole. No clue why I suddenly give a fuck about that.
But I do.
“Yes?” Kri prods in response to me suddenly turning mute.
Fuck it.
“To my knowledge, he doesn’t know anything about me. I’d like to keep it that way.”
For the first time, her expression struggles to conceal her reaction.
“What?” I snap. “Do you have a problem with that?”
For some sick reason, I almost want her to call me out on it. I’ll need to unpack that another time.
In a steely tone, she replies matter-of-factly. “Nothing that will interfere with my ability to do my job or honor your request.”
Translation: Yes, I have a problem with it. But I’ll do it anyway.
“Good.” I drift toward the elevator. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
I sense the weight of her stare on my back as I tear off. It’s heavy with curiosity and judgment.
I’m sure I deserve the latter.
If Andrews’ impression of my brother was anything to go by, he’s the best thing since indoor plumbing. More lovable than Tom Hanks. I bet Kri is wondering why I wouldn’t trip over myself to meet him.
If I had time to continue the conversation with Lila in bed this morning, she’d have probably asked the same thing.
I’d love to explain, but I don’t have time for that right now. I’ll put a pin in it. No big deal.
Once in the elevator, I mash the button and realize I’m not alone.
Did you miss me, Reed?
Son of a bitch. Not this fucker again.
