CHRISTOF
The agreement had been simple. Tanisha was to show up, that was it. Whatever happened after she arrived, what was said, how long it lasted, whether Roman liked her wine choice or found her conversation tolerable, none of it concerned me. Roman had made that clear without needing to spell it out, and I’d accepted it because the shipment was the only thing that mattered. The deal would move forward regardless of whether the date crashed and burned or stretched into dessert.
And yet.
Roman’s message had been infuriating in its brevity. “Plans have been set in motion.” I got the message at midnight. He didn’t elaborate. There was no mention of the date I’d secured for him.
That should have been enough. It should have satisfied me. Instead, I spent the rest of the night restless in
