Page 93 of High Treason
“Do you want a family someday?” Ali said.
Oh, please. “Yes. A houseful, and adopted children too.”
“A lucky man is in your future.”
What man wanted a killer for a wife? And how would her children view her past work in the CIA? She and Ali moved to the counter, and he requested the order. The clerk showed him a bouquet of three dozen red roses and baby’s breath arranged in a crystal vase.
“Those are beautiful,” she whispered, the delicate fragrance swirling around her.
“Monica?”
A familiar voice caught her off guard. She plastered on a smile and faced Lori. “Hi. What brings you here?” Monica hugged her.
“My cousin’s having surgery this morning, and I wanted to get her a little something.” Lori’s brown eyes cast an apprehensive glance. Ali’s bodyguard demeanor most likely.
“How’s the coffee shop?”
“Busy. My niece is there.” Confusion emanated from her eyes. “I’m surprised to see you.”
Ali’s cell phone sounded a text.
Monica held her breath. “Are you sure you shouldn’t replace me? I have no idea when I can return.”
“I want you back. The café is not the same place without you.”
“Thanks. I miss it too.”
“Miss Alden, we are needed.” He picked up the huge bouquet.
“Lori, I need to go.”
She took a step back, her eyes wide. “Monica, who are you? Why are you here with this man?”
“I’m your friend.”
“Friends don’t keep secrets.”
“I’m assisting this gentleman here.” She introduced the two with first names only.
Lori glared.
Ali offered a formal greeting.
“Where are you from?” Lori said.
“Saudi Arabia.”
Lori startled. “Your country is in the news with Prince Omar’s controversial visit.”
“I’ll call later.” Monica had to walk away. The longer she stayed, the worse the confrontation. She left Lori, her best friend, in the gift shop.
In the hallway, Ali carried the flowers beside Monica. “I’m sorry about your friend.”
“It was only a matter of time. I hate it.”
“A good friend?”
“Like a sister. She also owns Coffee Gone Dark, where I work when not on the road. We attend church together.”
