I didn't even hear the rest. I stepped outside and signed the report.
The squad member gave me a knowing look. "He'll remember how good you are, eventually."
I finally forced a smile. I didn't need him to remember how good I'd been.
After all, the five-year marriage contract sealed with thirty million was about to expire anyway.
——
I had just gotten into my car when the rear door opened. Oliver got in with Czarina in his arms.
The mixed scent of their perfumes made my stomach turn. I rolled down the window, and through the rearview mirror, I saw him frown.
"In this freezing weather... why open the window? Czarina is fragile; she can't catch a cold."
And with that, he rolled it back up.
I said instinctively, "You're really thoughtful."
Three years ago, after a single phone call from Czarina, he had left me stranded on a six-thousand-meter mountain—snowstorm raging—and hadn't even bothered leaving me a coat. Later, when I got out of the ICU, he had sheepishly admitted he'd forgotten.