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?"

you know? Josie,

how you operate, I figured you wouldn't let

chuckle, his handsome features even more

Oliver had indirectly admitted to it. Josefina probed further, "Didn't

didn't need to look up to know what she was really

her gaze. "Didn't you say they were opportunists?

face flickered with disbelief - was Oliver taking her at

wasn't one to take anyone at

a midnight feast with you. My guys were meant to deal with those

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

as a tidy-up kind

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

Rowan could

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