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Katia finally moved away from her, grabbing her palm to order a late dinner for her and Tristan. She slid on her coat and gave Tristan an expectant look. “The food will be ready for pickup in thirty minutes, but it’s across town. We should leave now.”
Dixon whistled and stalked to the door, plucking his coat from the counter as he passed.
“You want to go with me?” Katia’s gaze shifted to her lover.
Tristan gave her a confused shrug.
“Okay. I guess Dixon and I will be back soon.”
The door closed with a hollow snick.
Lila whipped off her hood, glad for the temporary reprieve. Gods, how she’d begun to hate the damn thing!
“Do you want something to drink? Sangre?”
“Coffee if you have it,” Lila replied. “I’m waiting for a message.”
“He might be in that meeting for a long time.”
“Then I’ll wait for a long time.”
Tristan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the kitchen counter. “I wish I had more news for you, but none of my people are inside.”
“I have a source who is.”
“Yes, Max Earlwell. Dixon said he met him. I wish I’d been there.”
“No, you don’t. Max would have eaten you alive.” Not only would Max have played chess to Tristan’s hopscotch, he would have seen right through the tension between them.
“I’m not some child who—”
“I don’t have the energy or the time to argue tonight.”
Tristan scratched at his collar. “You don’t have the energy because you’re not sleeping. You have to learn how to take better care of yourself when you’re on a case.”
“I don’t need your advice. I managed just f
ine on my own for nearly a decade before I met you.”
“Point taken.”
“Coffee?” she reminded him.
“Fine. I’ll put on a pot and let you drink yourself into insomnia.” Across the room, drawers opened and closed. Silverware clinked. “How many scoops do you—”
Lila set her laptop on her chair and headed into the kitchen. She brushed Tristan aside and tossed several scoops of coffee into the pot, making it so strong that it would salute. She closed the top on the coffee maker and punched the start button.
“We were friends once,” Tristan said. “We could be friends again.”
“We were never friends.”
“We could try something new, then.”
“Why? Ignoring one another is going so well.”
“No, it’s not. Maybe I could ignore you if you stopped coming over, but you keep popping into my life every damn day lately.”
“Dixon invited me over. He does live here too, you know. If you plan on dictating who he can and can’t have over, then you should probably have that conversation with him.”
