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I set aside all my twisted feelings around Dom and my situation and figure I might as well try to enjoy this bit of comradery. “He’s forty-one, so a little older.”

“How old are you?” Bri asks.

I roll my lips together before answering. “I’ll be twenty-six this month.”

There’s a snicker. “Yeah, I’d say that counts as a sugar daddy. What does he do? CEO or something?”

“Well, he has his own company. But I don’t know what his title is.” I’m assuming he has to have some sort of company. Mafia shit or not, you can’t just move through society with huge amounts of money and no explanation for it.

I can hear someone typing on their computer. “What’s the company name? I want to look it up.”

“Nosy much?” The other designer laughs.

“Look, Val is over there living my damn dream. Let me ask my questions.”

I take a sip of my coffee. “I don’t know.”

“What’d you say?” Bri asks.

“I don’t know the name of it.” I sigh and set my coffee down. “Remember that whole drunken marriage thing? I didn’t exactly plan this.” I ignore the pang in my chest as I say that. It’s not a lie.Ididn’t plan any of this. “We weren’t strangers, but we’re not connected on LinkedIn or anything like that.”

As soon as I say it, I regret it because I know what the next question is going to be.

“What’s his name? I’ll look him up.” The nosy marketing girl is already tapping her keyboard, and I know there’s no way for me to avoid giving them a name.

A good woman can change your life.

Time for me to lean all the way in.

“I married Dominic Gonzalez.”

The other designer has her coffee cup against her lips, taking a drink, and I watch as she jerks, sloshing dark liquid down her shirt.

The girl who was ready to search him on LinkedIn has her hands still hovering over the keyboard, not typing.

And Bri… Bri’s mouth is all the way open.

“So…” I awkwardly break the silence.

“Wait.” The second marketing girl glances around at everyone’s expressions. “Why does everyone know who that is? Is he like a big-time Chicago guy or something? I just moved here.”

Bri clears her throat. “Jesus Christ, I thought he looked familiar.”

I lift my shoulders. “He’s really nice.”

I want to hit myself.He’s really nice.What a dumb thing to say about a crime lord.

Keyboard clicks fill the audio.

“Oh damn, is that him? Heisfine,” second marketing girl says to herself. “Oh, here, he’s head of the…” She trails off, and I want to press my hands to my cheeks so badly.

She thought she found his company name, as inhead of finance for, but I know what it says because I did a search for him just yesterday.

Dominic Gonzalez, suspected head of the Chicago mafia crime syndicate.

She starts to giggle.

A lot.

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