“I’ve kept that part of my life separate. Protected him from it.” She sighs. “He thinks I work in international finance.”
“I know.” Her eyes meet mine. “Almost as dangerous as falling for someone inside your organization who knows exactly who you are.”
“She’s not what I expected,” I muse. “Rowan. She’s… different.”
I struggle to put it into words. “She sees too much. Cares too much. Takes too many risks.”
“Sounds exhausting,” Anastasia says with a small smile.
“It is.” I find myself almost smiling back. “But also…”
“Also, I can’t imagine my life without her in it anymore.” The admission costs me something to say out loud. “And that terrifies me.”
“Welcome to the club.” She raises her glass in a mock toast. “To loving the wrong people.”
I clink my glass against hers. “To impossible
