KIRA’S POV
As we reached the counter, two men in suits, whom I hadn’t even noticed since we entered the supermarket—walked up to us. They exchanged a few words in Italian with Adrian, who then handed them the cart. Without a word, they wheeled it away.
He turned to me, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the supermarket.
“We could have paid for it ourselves,” I said the moment we got into the car.
“I did,” he replied without looking at me.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s paid for and will get delivered to the hotel. So, where to, wife?” He glanced at his watch. “I have about three hours to spare. Something important needs to be taken care of.” He said not looking at me.
“Does that something important have anything to do with the orphan spy?” I asked, turn
