Page 394 of Reign

Rodrigo reaches for it.

“Copy.”

I look at the radio. Then at him.

“Do you guys not have those little earpieces?”

He ignores me.

“Because that thing is basically a speaker. Everyone can hear your business.”

Nothing.

I tug off my gloves and set them beside the hydrangeas.

“Am I supposed to know Dario and Miguel are secure?”

Rodrigo looks around the garden again.

“Miss Amato—”

“Is that cartel business? Am I allowed to hear cartel business now? Because Luciano usually acts like complete sentences are classified information.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

I blink at him. “Yes!”

His gaze moves over me, then across the garden.

The gardener has gone back to trimming one of the flowering bushes near the rear path.

“I’m gardening.”

“You’re supervising.”

“That is part of gardening.”

Rodrigo almost smiles. Almost.

“I’m fine,” I repeat. “You can go.”

He doesn’t move.

“Rodrigo.”

“Boss said—”

“I know what your boss said. Your boss says a lot of things.”

His eyes flick toward me.

“I’m going to tell him you said that.”

I shrug. “He knows.”

That actually gets the smallest shift from his mouth. He checks the garden one final time.

“We’re close if you need anything.”