IRENE'S POV
["Some people pull strings. Others weave webs".]
The café was Friendly Ground, or at least that's what Rafael had called it. Personally, I thought "neutral" was just code for "a place where neither of us can kill each other without witnesses."
Still, I sat there....tapping my heel against the tiled floor, irritation rolling through me like static.
The bastard was late. Figures. Everyone had warned me that Rafael Russo was charming, manipulative, and calculated. However, they forgot to mention that he was also consistently late.
"How very disappointing," I muttered under my breath, glaring down at my untouched coffee. The steam was long gone, like my patience.
I rechecked my phone, pretending I wasn't waiting. Pretending I wasn't the type of woman to get stoo
