“Come on. You thought of a number. Say it out loud.”
“Four.”
“Why four?”
“Four bedrooms.”
“Ah. I see. We could have more if they shared rooms.”
“Good point.”
I expected Kensington to balk, but she didn’t. She didn’t even flinch. Was it possible that this could be my life? Could happiness truly be close enough for me to touch?
Kensington turned her body and faced me. She put her hands on my face and looked into my eyes. “Yes, it truly can be.”
19
Kensington
Teagon sat down next to me with her plate of breakfast foods. “The two of you are so happy, it’s bloody annoying.”
“Agreed,” muttered Casper from the other end of the table.
“I won’t apologize for it.”
Teagon covered my hand with hers. “I was joking.”
“I wasn’t,” said Casper.
“Ignore her,” my best friend whispered under her breath. Casper got up and left, which didn’t bother me in the least.
“Is it really necessary for her to be here?”
“That isn’t my decision, Kenz.”
“Maybe I’ll talk to Cortez about it.”
“If he refuses, understand that it’s only—”
“For my protection. I understand.” I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one else was in the room with us. “Have you met the others?”
With wide eyes, she nodded slowly.
“And?”
“I’m considering his offer to leave MI6 and come work for him.”
“Seriously? Why? I mean, I know why, but…you know what I mean.”
She put one hand on her hip. “Yes, Kenz, what you mean is I’m a catch.”
“I’d say.” I threw a handful of blueberries into my mouth. “What about it, then? Would you?”
“Maybe. It shouldn’t matter, but the pay he offered is quite good.”
“Why shouldn’t it matter? If it’s your job, you should be paid your worth.” I shook my head. “Says the person who’s never held a job in her life. Ignore me.”
“No, you’re right. It isn’t that MI6 doesn’t pay well; it does. It’s just that going private appears to pay better.”