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I lean forward and brush my mouth against hers. The kiss is gentle and light, more promise than passion.
Maggie's fingers tighten around mine before she moves closer and rests her head against my shoulder.
I slide my arm around her and hold her there. Her eyes close soon after.
The vibration of my phone breaks the moment.
Roman.
Maggie lifts her head as I answer.
“Give me good news,” I say.
Roman gets straight to the point. “We picked up one of Enzo’s surveillance guys in Savannah. He’s been delivered to you.”
“Has he started talking?” I ask.
“Not yet,” Roman says. “But he will.”
I watch the road ahead. “He'll have to.”
“And Enzo?”
“Still in hiding,” Roman answers.
A pause follows before something changes in Roman's voice. The difference is subtle, but I hear it. “I found something.”
The hairs at the back of my neck rise. “What?”
“It concerns Clara.”
The name changes the air inside the vehicle even after all these years. I stare out the side window. “Tell me.”
“Not over the phone.”
My jaw clenches. “Roman.”
“I think we're finally getting close,” he says. “I’ll be in touch.”
He ends the call.
When I lower the phone, Maggie is watching me. She doesn't look curious about the conversation. She looks worried.
“You okay?” she asks hesitantly.
Most people would ask what Roman found. Maggie asks if I'm okay. I look at her, taking in the worry she hasn't bothered to hide. Then I brush a kiss against the top of her head.
A faint flush rises into her cheeks. Slowly, she leans back against my shoulder, and I slide my arm around her again. Neither of us says anything after that.
The rest of the drive passes quickly, and the SUV rolls to a stop in front of the house. Maggie stays beside me all the way through the front door. The exhaustion from the apartment still lingers on her face, but Ivy either doesn't notice or doesn't care. The sight of Maggie sends her racing across the foyer, both arms wrapping around her waist.
The sound that leaves Maggie is half laugh, half surprise. “Easy there, sugar.”
“You were gone forever,” Ivy complains, squeezing her tighter.
“I was gone a couple hours.”
“It felt like forever.”
