TWENTY-TWO
Raid opened the front door and went inside to find Shea and Diego washing up in the kitchen. They seemed to be finishing up. Shea stepped back to hang a hand towel on its rail.
“I’m going to soak in the tub,” she said to Diego. “You two should have a nightcap.”
She’d noticed him, both of them had, and Raid had expected her to give him s**t for missing the dinner she was so excited about cooking.
Diego ruffled her hair. “Thanks for the food, Pest.”
“Any time, D,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze.
The last thing Raid expected was for her to come over and touch his face. “Everything okay, baby?” He nodded once and she smiled. Though the expression was tired, he didn’t get any impression that she was mad, which only confused him further. “Do you need me to stay or can I be
