Page 78 of Truth (Wicked Empire 2)

“It’s good to see you again,” I said.

“You too.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant it, but I definitely did. I had felt a good energy about her, and that feeling was confirmed this time as well.

“Come have a seat,” I said.

I led her to the living area in the suite, and she sat uncomfortably, her legs crossed at the ankle, notepad and pen in her hand.

“So…” I started.

“Well…” she said at the same time.

We both laughed, the smile on her face giving her an even more youthful appearance, and highlighting just how perfect her skin was.

“We are quite a pair, aren’t we?” I said.

“Yes. Ignore me.”

“Why the notepad?” I asked. “Oh, and do you want something to drink or something?”

I went to stand, but she waved me away.

“No. I’m fine. Do you need something?”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, I brought the notepad because I was thinking about some things you might need and hoping we could go over them,” she said.

“Okay,” I responded, curious.

“I know literally nothing about babies and pregnancy, but Davit mentioned you like your walks. Are you thinking about doing something else? Maybe yoga, water aerobics?”

“I had thought about it,” I said.

“Well, I’ve identified a couple of studios that may be good for yoga. Security-wise, just dropping in on a class is probably not going to work, but I can definitely arrange some sessions if you would like,” she said.

“Yeah. Sounds great.”

“What about your clothing? Do you have everything you need?”

I nodded. “Plenty. More than, even, thanks to you,” I said.

She smiled, and didn’t look the least bit remorseful. “Well, if you need anything else, just let me know,” she said.

She quickly looked over the notes, and then said, “If you could prepare a list of things you’d like for the suite, I can get them. I can also arrange grocery delivery if you find that room service and the on-site facility is not fulfilling your needs.”

“Thank you, Kayla, but I don’t need or expect you to do all this,” I said.

“I know. It’s no trouble. I’m happy to help Davit. And you,” she added quickly.

She laughed and I laughed, too. “Well, thanks. I really appreciate it.”

The room was silent, and I could see Kayla looking around, seeming almost nervous in a way she hadn’t been when she’d been reading off her list.

“So, how long have you known Davit?” I asked.

The question had been intended as filler, but by the expression on her face, I was quickly reminded that this wasn’t a normal exchange.

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