Page 64 of Damián

God damn it.

I immediately retract my arm, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white.

Oliver turns to look at me, but he looks sad. “I’m fine… Just thinking.”

“About what, nene?” I ask, minding what I say, since I am aware that these freaking shadows defiled my beautiful car by adding a tiny audio bug that Silvio installed under the dashboard two weeks ago.

Basically, Franco and Silvio are trailing us three cars back, listening to every word we say.

“I was just wondering…” Oliver bites his lip, hesitating.

Fuck!

He heard…

“…Why was Kai so possessive of you?”

“Kai?” I frown, completely taken aback.

Ok, I was not expecting this.

“I’m just saying…” Oliver continues. “I understand why you would have gotten together with someone as fit as him.”

Ohhh…

I let out a sigh of relief and place my hand over Oliver’s thigh. And I don’t move it away, because I fucking like how it feels, so screw it.

“Ollie, I have never slept with Kai.”

Oliver’s eyes widen. “You haven’t? But the way he acted…”

“He’s tried for a while to get with me, but I never had and never will,” I say, and he smiles.

I clear my throat, and I tap my index finger against his thigh to get his attention.

“So, remember that list of places I wanted to take you on dates? The one I gave you at the Golden Dragon?”

Oliver nods, understanding instantly that I’m talking about the list of suspected shell companies the CIA needs.

“I remember.”

“Well, I finished writing up the last part of it, and I’d like you to check it out. See if you want to go to any of those places, too.”

“Is that the last part of the list?”

“Yeah. That’s the last of it. Once you go through them, we can finally decide which beach or park we want to visit first.”

Oliver stares at me and slowly bites down on his lower lip. “I’ll take the list… but on one condition.”

I blink, genuinely taken aback.

Oliver never makes demands when it comes to the mission.

Wait… He does know I’m talking about the list of his father’s business partners, right?

“What condition?”

Oliver shifts in his seat, his eyes locking onto my mouth. “If you want me to take that list… You need to give it to me the exact same way you gave me the first part.”