Chapter 102. To Steal a Kiss

Carlos had slipped into a domestic routine. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a routine besides grueling training and skill-building that could mean the difference between life and death on the battlefield. He found this routine much more pleasant. He knew it was probably not a great idea to allow himself this sort of innocence or simplicity, but he couldn’t help it. Every day, after he was done with official duties, he looked forward to going back to the house, to a nice meal over which Fiona would discuss, in rapid excited chatter, the things she had discovered. He had not forgotten that this was the woman who got him kidnapped and tortured for weeks; in fact, he made an effort to remember what she had cost him. And the thing that made everything worse was that she refused to acknowledge what she had done.

She still insisted that Vegas was a coincidence, and he had to pinch himself every time to ensure he did not allow himself to believe it fully because it would be