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,

was silent for a moment before saying, "Knowing how you operate, I figured you wouldn't let them off the hook that

roguish chuckle, his handsome features even more striking with that wicked grin.

it. Josefina probed

Oliver poured another beer, he didn't need to look up to

"Didn't you say they were

was Oliver taking her at her word? Could Oliver be

certainly wasn't one to take anyone at

feast with you. My guys were meant to deal with those thugs but haven't called me yet." Josefina

snack, Oliver tidied up the table and wiped it down one more

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

hands. "Sure can. My mom always said that a man who can't cook

asked if Rowan

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