Page 38 of Rebellion

“This is my life, and this is the way I choose to live it. Would you like this table?”

“Is Ms. Toresso working tonight?” he asked instead of answering her question.

Shit.

What did he want with Miller? She’d only just come back to work after having a break.

Sofia was actually surprised she’d come back at all. That Rogan had allowed her to come back.

But she didn’t want to ask too many questions about what was going on. That might invite the other woman to ask her questions in return.

“She is,” she replied coolly. “Why do you ask?”

“You know why,” the detective replied. “She’s living with Rogan MacGuire. Her mother was involved with Iker Florez. She’s tied to two gangs and now she’s working here. Curious, isn’t it?”

“I don’t see how. She asked me if there was a job here and I said yes. Miller has become a great asset. Now, excuse me.”

She stepped away, breathing slowly and steadily.

Feeling eyes on her, she glanced over to see Colm watching her with a frown.

This had been the first night he’d come with Miller since she’d returned. Cillian had been here the other nights. She’d felt Colm’s eyes on her a lot tonight.

She could feel herself growing tenser as she walked toward her office. A thumping headache made her wince as she reached for her office door.

A hand landed on her shoulder, and she jumped with a scream.

Turning, she came face-to-face with Colm. Her heart was racing, threatening to beat out of her chest.

What was he doing?

Didn’t he know better than to sneak up on someone?

To sneak up on her... because God knew she was jumping at shadows at the moment.

“In your office. Now.”

“You can’t be back here,” she told him.

He just gave her a sharp look, one eyebrow raised. Yeah. He didn’t give a shit where he was supposed or not supposed to be.

That much was clear.

“What about Miller?” she asked desperately. “You’re supposed to be her bodyguard.”

“Finn has her.”

She’d noticed another man had come in with him tonight, but she’d never met him before. “Finn?”

“Rogan wants him trained up to watch her. Office. Now.”

Sofia swallowed heavily. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“Why? Is the detective meeting you back here?” he demanded.

What?

Why would he ask that? And was that a hint of jealousy in his voice?

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