Soccer Mom by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eve Langlais

Chapter Thirteen

The following day, Carla had her bags by the door and ate her breakfast in near silence. Nico chattered enough for all of them. Oliveira had joined them, and every time he directed a word at Carla, she gave him a look.

Philip’s boss tried only once to convince her to stay. With a direct stare that would have shriveled most men, she replied, “Thanks for the offer, but I think Nico and I should go home. He’s got a big game coming up that he can’t miss.”

Then, Oliveira made the mistake of saying, “Nico performed very well yesterday. I’d like—”

“I don’t think your school is a good fit.”

To which, Nico blustered, “But, Mami—”

“No.” Said quite firmly. She stood and placed her linen napkin on the table. “It’s time to leave.”

Anger and disappointment warred for predominance on Oliveira’s face. He wasn’t used to being ignored.

Nico tried once more. “I like it here.”

She didn’t speak. A pointed look at Nico brought a sigh from the kid. He stood more slowly, but rather than leave right away, he held out his hand to Oliveira. “Thank you for letting us stay. I really like your house. Your school. And your waffles.” Then he hugged the older man before fleeing, leaving Oliveira gaping.

Carla, on the other hand, didn’t hug or thank Oliveira. She glared. “I ever catch you lurking around my kid, I will bury you somewhere in the desert.”

Philip wasn’t entirely sure she was kidding.

She left, and Oliveira grumbled, “She is very stubborn. Doesn’t she realize the opportunity I’m offering?”

“She does, she just doesn’t care.” Philip shrugged.

“I only need a few more days,” his boss complained.

“I don’t think a few more days would have convinced her. I should go.” Before Carla made good on her promise to take a bus.

The luggage was already loaded, and Nico in the backseat, headphones on, head bopping, when Philip emerged. Carla leaned against the car and arched a brow. “Any last-minute attempt to change my mind?”

“I don’t think there’s much point, do you?” There was no sign of the passionate woman he’d held in his arms the night before. Had it truly meant so little to her? Would someone give him a kick in the ass for giving a damn she didn’t?

“Your boss is hiding something.”

On that, he didn’t disagree. The strange part was Oliveira not sharing it with him. “We all hide parts of ourselves.”

The response earned him a sharp look. “Is this your way of admitting you’re still lying to me?”

“Everyone is allowed to have some secrets.”

“Is this your way of making yourself seem mysterious?”

“I am what you see. A man doing the job he was trained for, muddling his way through life. What about you?”

Her lips twitched. “I am an undercover assassin for a secret organization that offers vigilante services to eliminate shitheads.”

He laughed. “I totally approve of the vigilante part. But I have a hard time picturing you as an assassin.”

“Because girls can’t be killers.”

“On the contrary, man or woman, I think we all have that capability.

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