Memphis and Dmitri were with me, but sitting in the front seat.
“She has to know you’re here, boss,” Memphis called out from behind the wheel.
“I’m sure she does,” I murmured, watching through the window as she served a customer a cup of coffee and a slice of pie.
I wanted to talk to her. To remind her I existed. That I still fucking loved her.
“Dmitri, what time did you say her shift ends?”
“About ten minutes,” he replied.
“Go to the back door. Let me know when you have her. I need to talk to her.”
He said nothing. Instead, he got out and darted across the street and down an alley to meet her in the back. She’d likely freak out, but that was fine. I expected that from her.
It felt like forever before Dmitri sent a text.
Dmitri: Got her.
“Let’s go,” I said to Memphis.
He pulled the SUV onto the street and made his way around the block to another alley so we could have some privacy. I shot off a text to Dmitri.
Enzo: Bring her to me—side alley.
Memphis stepped out of the SUV and moved to my door. I waited, my breath held as Dmitri emerged with her. She didn’t look like she was coming willingly as he held her by her bicep.
He stopped at my door.
“Kiss my ass,” she snapped. “I’m not getting in there.”
“Boss wants to see you,” Dmitri said. “Get it over with. You’ll get to leave when he’s done.”
A sour look crossed her face as Memphis opened the door.
My heart pounded in my ears as her green eyes zeroed in on me.
“Hey, Sunshine,” I murmured.
Dmitri nudged her forward, and she relented, getting inside. Immediately, she tried to make herself tiny by tucking her arms and legs as she sat in the leather seat next to me.
The smell of coffee and fried food greeted me, along with an undercurrent that was just so Sunshine.
I inhaled.
“How are you?” I asked.
Dmitri and Memphis stayed outside the vehicle.
“Fine,” she muttered, hugging herself.
“How are you and… what’s his name? Ryder?”
“Fine.” She looked anywhere but at me.
“I heard you moved out of Anson’s. Why are you staying in a hotel?”
“I like room service.”