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Her words have an air of finality to them, and I wince. "You're right. I'm just worried about you and me. With all this going on, I don't know when we will be able to focus on us."
"We don't need to be focused on our relationship twenty-four-seven, Adam." She sits down next to me. "We'll work on it bit by bit, day by day. I never stopped loving you. I never dated, never had the stomach to look at another man. It was just you. I don't know how you feel about me, but I've never wanted anyone aside from you. So either it was you, or I would have lived alone. And I want to make this work."
"What do you mean you don't know how I feel about you?" I demand. "I love you. Isn't that obvious? I didn't act like an utter moron just because you're my mate. It's because I love you!"
"Alright!" Cynthia raises her voice to match mine, her eyes widening. "Why are you shouting at me? I get it!"
I deflate, muttering, "I wasn't shouting."
"Okay."
We sit there in awkward silence for a few seconds before she nudges me, a smile on her lips. "So, you love me?"
She's rarely one to tease, but she's grinning now, and my own lips curve. "Yeah. And you love me."
"I never said that." She shrugs.
"You just did, a minute ago!"
She's laughing now, and my tension fades at the sound.
"How can you laugh at a time like this?" I wrap my arm around her.
"Because I'm happy," she replies. "I get that things are shit right now and we have a lot of work to put in our relationship, but we're together. We can handle it all."
Her words make my heart ache, and I look down at her. "You have that much faith in me?"
"In us," is her response. "We'll get through it. Together."
I nod. "You're right. We will. We've got each other."
I lower my head to kiss, and her response is sweet. However, even this touch drives me crazy. I've been without her for so long that if I could, I would take her right here on this kitchen counter. But we're not alone here, and I don't think Cynthia would appreciate me getting very handsy with her in front of our daughter.
So, I kiss her again before pulling away. Getting to my feet, I wrap my hand around hers. "Come on. I'll help you pack. The sooner we leave, the better."
The next two weeks are just a waiting game.
*****
As I predicted, Watson had his reasons for giving Cynthia her new identity. I pour over the files I received last week. I'm glad Cynthia told me in time.
I hear the clickety-clack of her heels in the hallway, and I put the papers away.
"Are you ready?" She appears in the doorway, and for a full minute, I find myself speechless. She's wearing a shimmering pale blue gown with a slit along the side. Paired with her silver hair and the diamonds glittering in her ears and around her neck, she looks ethereal.
I find myself getting to my feet, and she immediately holds up a hand. "Don't even think about it. Maya just did my hair. I'll kill you if you mess it up."
"I just want to look." I approach her, leering at her.
"Well, look from over there." Cynthia takes a step back.
"Just one kiss."
"Absolutely not. I'll kick you, Adam. I mean it. And I'll do it somewhere you won't like."
I can tell she means business, and I sigh. "Alright, alright. Where's Riya?"
"With Tony," she replies. "They're waiting for us to leave."
