CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MELINDA
The restaurant was my idea. After the perfect day at the beach, after Kieran had dropped me back home with a kiss that made my knees weak, I wanted to do something normal. Something that didn't involve hiding in the estate or worrying about cameras.
So I'd asked Maria to recommend a place for lunch, somewhere quiet where I could sit alone with a book and just exist for an hour without anyone watching.
The café she suggested was in a nice part of the city, the kind of neighborhood where businesspeople grabbed quick lunches between meetings. I took one of the smaller cars, waving off the security detail that tried to follow. I needed space, needed to breathe without guards hovering nearby.
The café was half full when I arrived, mostly professionals on their
