The suspicion is still there, but she turns her face up to me and kisses my palm. A move that zings down to my cock.
"And reasonable is sending me alone in a car with one guard watching from a distance?"
"You won't notice him. And I won't follow."
"Enzo..."
I kiss her forehead and step back. "Lola, just focus on having a good night with Ruby. Don't worry about what I'm up to, okay?"
She shakes her head. "Don't worry, you say? How can I not? You're always up to something when it comes to me."
"Fuck, woman. Ego much?"
Lola clamps her lips together, and I laugh.
She pouts. "Not funny."
"It is, and I'm not up to anything tonight when it comes to you. Relax and have fun."
If I just so happen to take one of the tinted-window sedans in the Syndicate's pool, it's not a big deal. Neither is it a big deal if I decide to park in Manhattan across the road from a bar that just might, by coincidence, hold Lola and Ruby.
Of course, I wait until she's in there. And then I drive across the bridge after her driver calls me.
The park appears by luck, and it's fucking prime.
I have my computer and phone to do more work on because there's a site I want to hack.
My phone buzzes.
My heart leaps as I see Lola is texting me.
Fuck. Has she spotted me?
I know the car is unassuming, but have we used it with her before?
She can't see in, can she?
Or is it that weird sixth sense I get when she's near?
Excuses flood my head.
Why work on that at home when I can be added protection? And it's the East Village, it's not that far from the Lower East Side and Cade's, so I could say... what? I parked here to meet my friend?
She's suspicious enough that it wouldn't work. Smart enough, too.
Shit.
I read the message.
Lola: Thanks, Enzo, for giving me space. I know it's hard for you, and it means everything to me to be able to trust you.
Oh, fucking hell. Trust?
I think this is worse than flung accusations.
The word "trust" leans heavily on me, threatening to crush me down flat. But I shove the guilt away.
This isn't for my pleasure.
