FUENTES IS at the gym this morning. I'm surprised to see him. Even though I concocted this plan to convince him not to leave my agency, I haven't been focusing on that problem. In fact, I haven't been focusing on anyone except Harriet lately.
"Mr. Bradley?" Fuentes stops at the door where I've been perched since dawn.
"Fuentes." The shock in my voice carries through the still, morning air.
I was up before daybreak and the sun is hurrying to catch up. Light streams through the gym, falling on punching bags and weight-lifting machines.
"What are you doing here?" Fuentes adjusts his duffel.
"I'm waiting for my wife." My neck cranes as I look past him to the empty parking lot.
Fuentes turns and glances that way too. "Why are you meeting her here?"
"We have a date," I murmur.
His lips soften. It's not quite a smile, but it's definitely more approval than disgust. "That's nice, Bradley."
I grunt out a response.
