The cab raced toward the airport. With Kate safely behind us, Ronald started talking, filling in everything that had happened since last night. When he admitted that he and Kate had slept in the same bed without so much as a touch, the last knot in my chest loosened. When he got to the scene at the cafe that morning, my voice had gone bored again, my fingertips drawing lazy circles over his shirt.
"So. Kate's boss made trouble for you?"
Ronald scoffed, a bitter little sound. "Your fiancé puts on quite a show. Anyone watching would have thought I was the one trying to steal his wife."
My hand stilled.
I kept my face perfectly smooth. But somewhere far back in my skull, an alarm began to ring.
Ronald's wife. Kate. Her boss. Damian.
My Damian.
That was a great many coincidences for one
