Saturday. Hotel. London, United Kingdom.
MILES SPEARED THE LAST bit of asparagus off the plate and chewed it slowly. The TV droned on in the background, but neither he nor Diha were listening to it.
They'd picked up dinner from the café he'd wanted to take her to, but opted to eat in the privacy of the hotel. He'd suggested it to her, posing it as a quiet night in. His real goal was to protect Diha. Given that Valentino had access to CCTV and now might have seen Miles, he wanted to keep her locked up. Not that he could. But this was as close as he could get.
Once again, there was a wall between them.
Diha cared about him. She wouldn't be angry if she didn't. But those feelings might also change things. She wouldn't be the first person who couldn't handle being in a relationship with someone who dealt in danger.
He finished his meal and leaned back. The movement made something in his chest twinge painfully. That was going to happen a lot for the next week until things had healed.