“Do you remember something?” He asks me once we reach the bedroom. He looks nervous.
“What? Remember what exactly?”
“Nothing. What did you want to talk about?” He asks me all annoyed again.
“Why are you annoyed?”
“I am not annoyed, babe. What is it that you want to know.” He smiles at reassuringly or at least tries to.
“Whatever you told me about Carl and Rio, was that true?”
“Yes, every word.” He tells me solemnly.
“And we still don’t know which one of them wants to kill me?”
“No, not yet. But we are trying really hard to find out and we will soon.”
“We being..?”
He purses his lips and I know he is not going to answer that question so I let it go.
“You want to protect me?”
He nods solemnly as if not trusting his words to actually say it out loud to me.
“Why?”
“Because..
