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?"

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

was silent for a moment before saying, "Knowing how you operate, I figured you wouldn't let

features even more striking with that wicked grin. "Josie, you probably understand me

it. Josefina probed further, "Didn't

another beer, he didn't need to look up to know what

her gaze. "Didn't you say they

disbelief - was Oliver taking her at her word? Could

to

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

late-night snack, Oliver tidied up the table and wiped it down

him in surprise. "Didn't peg you as a

My mom always said that a man who can't cook or clean

asked if Rowan could

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