10. Leash

SADIE

“So, you’re looking into my things now, too?” I studied him across the table as we shared this lunch. I couldn’t call it a lunch date, but we were kinda on a honeymoon, so maybe, it was. And the seafood was delicious. Thank God I didn’t have allergies.

“I can’t call it looking into your things. The screen just lit up while I was looking for a piece of paper.” He was unapologetic— that was his strong suit, the only thing my brother was right about Cenric. “I can’t call it snooping either. I mean, if you don’t have something to hide, right?” His eyes glinted. There was something he knew that I didn’t.

“You’re fishing for info, Mr. Wollf, with double L?”

“Is there info that’s worth fishing?”

I dabbed my lips with the napkin. “I’m sure I have nothing to hide that you haven’t already known. How’s your trip to Rios?”

“Successful.” He took his drinks. “To many more success.”

“To many more success.” I sipped my white wine. The butter-poached lobster was to die for, and so as the Q