Page 85 of When We Were Us


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“She’s doing better,” Oliver said, his eyes softening as he spoke.

“If Caruso wasn’t already dead, I would kill him with my bare hands,” I replied, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and sorrow.

“If you hadn’t gotten involved with me, no one would’ve been hurt,” he said, wincing.

Oliver sighed, his thumb gently stroking my knuckles. “But you. He would’ve found you and killed you no matter where you were. No one blames you for what happened. They worked security for us and knew the risks. Vlad made sure they knew who Caruso was and how ruthless he could be. I hope that little bastard who betrayed us rots in jail.”

“You had no way of knowing he was a plant. The company that sent him over said he passed an extensive security check,” I said, reaching across the table to touch his hand. “Have you heard anything from Jonah?”

“No. My once elusive brother escapes again. I suppose he’s bouncing around the Caribbean somewhere. I’ve had Vlad keeping an eye on Antonio Caruso.”

A bolt of fear shot through me. “Why?”

“Calm down. It’s precautionary,” he assured, his voice steady but firm.

“Are you worried he might want to avenge the death of his brother?” I asked, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.

“He’s under a microscope by law enforcement. He would be stupid to do anything that would raise suspicion.”

“And what about when everything dies down?” I pressed.

“It won’t. You forget who I am and now, who you are.”

“Should we have security with us again?”

“They are with us,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine.

“Since when?” I cried, my heart racing.

“Since I was well enough to have a conversation with Vlad. They’re keeping their distance but if we need them, they’ll be there.”

“I miss taking the limo,” I admitted, my voice softening.

“Vlad would be more than happy to drive us,” Oliver offered with a small smile.

“I liked snuggling up to you after a long day at work,” I confessed, memories of those intimate moments flooding back.

“As I remember it, we did a lot more than snuggle during our rides,” he teased, his eyes twinkling.

“Maybe when you go back to the office,” I suggested, a hint of hope in my voice.

“That could be soon. I feel stronger, and I’ve taken steps without the walker.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” I exclaimed, surprised.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he admitted, a proud smile spreading across his face.

I shoved a piece of pancake into my mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing. “Do you want to show me?”

“If you keep this little monster out from under my feet,” he said, nodding towards our curious dog circling under the table.

Since Oliver had been home so much, Trouble had made himself at home in my husband’s room and eventually his bed.

“It’s your fault. You spoiled him, and I had no idea. He got your bed during the day and mine at night,” I accused, my voice tinged with playful annoyance.

“There is no mine and yours. We only have ours, and he’s not welcome to share it when I want to be alone with you,” Oliver countered, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“He still does, and you know it. He sleeps at the end of the bed.”

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