Oliver watched as she devoured her meal with gusto and poured her another glass of ice-cold beer. The two of them ate and sipped on their beers, chatting away like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.

Just as Josefina was sinking her teeth into a drumstick, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the message and nearly lost her appetite.

It was Luke. [Boss, those guys got picked up! Could it be Oliver? Will they spill the beans about your martial arts skills?]

Luke wanted to add, "Is your secret identity still intact?"

Josefina looked up to find Oliver's gaze on her. "Everything alright?" he asked.

Josefina flashed a smile. "Nah, just some spam."

She peeled off her gloves and took a long swig of the refreshingly cold beer - pure bliss. "Oliver, did you have someone take care of those punks we ran into today?"

meaningful look. "How did you know? Josie, I didn't realize you knew me so

how you operate, I figured

let out a roguish chuckle, his handsome features even more striking with that wicked grin. "Josie,

admitted to it. Josefina probed further, "Didn't you

beer, he didn't need to look up to

"Didn't you say they were opportunists? I trust your

disbelief - was Oliver taking

certainly wasn't one to take anyone at

Josefina could press further, Oliver added, "I came here to enjoy a midnight feast with you. My guys were meant to deal with those thugs but haven't

the table and wiped it

in surprise. "Didn't peg you as a tidy-up kind of guy. So, can

always said that a man who can't cook or clean will struggle

if Rowan could

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