“Can we grab coffee before heading to the airport?” Laila asked next to me in the back of the SUV. She gazed out the tinted window while one of Constantino’s guards drove us through the surprisingly desolate New York City streets.
This city looked so weird at barely four in the morning.
“The Coffee Club should be open now,” I suggested. “They open early.”
Laila glanced at me, then dropped her gaze. “We can go there if you’d like,” she said quietly, keeping to herself more than usual.
I wondered if this had anything to do with the conversation I had overheard last night.
“We don’t have to,” I said, not wanting to upset her. Maybe she thought I wanted to meet Poppy there this morning or something. “I just suggested it because it is on the way, but I’m sure that—”
“It’s fine,” Constanti
