“Remind me not to piss you off.”
“Hey, at least I didn’t have her killed,” I said, referring to Hiro. I had my ‘date’ with Astrid but was no longer in the mood for it; sliding my phone from my pocket, I considered texting her to cancel our plans. “Are you recovering?”
“Yeah,” I said, chewing on my lip as I considered what I could tell Astrid. “I’m only telling you facts.” The way she said it made it sound final—when devising a solution to my Roger problem, I was on my own. “No,” I said. “Uh… whatever you’re cooking?”
“Of course,” she said, grabbing the ladle on the counter nearby. We’ve been friends for years, and whatever happens between you two won’t change that.”
I nodded, leaned back against the seat, and closed my eyes, thinking about the conversation with Natalie, savoring that last kiss we’d shared before I left her office. “Why do you say that?”
“So you can take some time to have some fun… sow your wild oats.”
I eyed her. I wanted desperately to whisk her away to some distant location, fall asleep with her in my arms, and
