Though it wasn’t actually a lie. I really wanted to ask Dusty if he knew what she did–and learn more about how they knew each other…
Oh. Wait. I had heard about a hot lady assassin that he’d boned up against a brick wall in an alley. Was that how he was making it up to her?
I’d ask him later.
“Qué ricos,” Dusty said. He blinked. “Does everyone speak Spanish? Sorry. Habit.”
Dusty was adopted. He had six moms, who between them spoke three different dialects of Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian. Because of this, his family sort of had their own language.
Which was fitting.
“I speak Spanish. Also, French. I can swear in Arabic.” Hale took a sip of his coffee. “One of my moms is a translator. We had language nights at home growing up.”
“Arabic?” I blinked. That was a little random.
“One of the dads speaks Arabic. I never learned, but my sister Verity did to impress him.” Hale rolled his eyes. “Overachiever.”
“I speak French, Irish, and Italian.” Fiona nodded. “But Saoirse speaks like seven languages.”
“Nine.” Saoirse looked at Hale. “Including Arabic. It’s sensible, not overachieving.”
“Irish is her first language,” Fiona added.
Until those two I didn’t know that Irish was a language.
“But Spanish?” Dusty implored in Spanish.
Saoirse gave him a measured glance. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Ooh, I would.” He gave her a lusty wink.
For a moment it looked like she might throw her drink in his face. Grabbing her coffee, she went to sit by Hale with an annoyed huff.
Dusty sighed dreamily.
“Oh, wait, we need eye masks.” I got the box of pink undereye masks out of my bag. Every time I flew, even with my team, I had them. “Who wants one?” I took out a pack and passed them around.
“This brand? Impressed.” Fiona took one and gave the box to Dusty.
“I do believe in good skincare.” I nodded as I put mine on.
Hale took one. “Do you wear these on the plane to away games?”
“I do, and I pass them around.” It was fun to see who took one.
The flight attendant returned with more coffee and our breakfast. “Please sit, we’re ready to take off.”
Well… I’d have to find out about Dusty and Saoirse later.
I snuggled with Fiona on the couch while watching an episode of a telenovela. We liked to choose one to watch and talk about. Sometimes it was the same as what she was watching with her omega assassin friends, the ones Saoirse dubbedthe omega assassin brunch society.Sometimes it was different.
Saoirse slept in the lounge. Dusty and Hale played cards with Kace and Tyrell.
“Did you know about Dusty and Saoirse?” Fiona whispered. “I thought she was into him and wanted to meet him, but I guess not? She looked like she wanted to murder him.”
“I feel like she wants to murder most people? I knew Dusty met a hot lady assassin, but I didn’t know it was Saoirse. Were you with her any of those times she mentioned?” I asked.
“I was with her on a job interrupted by a hot air balloon race, which was a makeup for the one interrupted with the remote control cars,” she explained. “But I didn’t realize it was BroKen that did the interrupting.”
