I picture it suddenly: us on some island somewhere, lounging, tan, happy, at ease. No Bratva, no FBI, no rivals trying to kill me. Just Olivia and me and our kid. A little house by the water, maybe. Teaching the baby to swim. Olivia laughing in the sun.
Fuck. I’m turning into my father after all.
“We could drive out of the city,” she suggests. “Find somewhere quiet for lunch. Just be normal people for a few hours.”
“Normal.” I test the word. “I don’t know if I remember how to do normal.”
“Well, I’m terrible at it, too, so we’ll figure it out together.”
I kiss her then. I can’t help it. She makes these little sounds against my mouth that drive me crazy. When I pull back, she’s breathless.
“I’ll, um… I’ll go grab my purse,” she mumbles in a daze, backing toward the stairs. “And maybe s
