The Last Assassin

you in touch with him now?”
    Hmm. Midori had just jumped about two conversational steps ahead of what Delilah had been expecting. Delilah’s story had obviously tapped into something that was on Midori’s mind.
    “I’ve seen him,” Delilah said, holding back to see whether her story provoked enough curiosity to get Midori to ask more questions.
    It did. Midori asked, “How was that? I mean, if I’m not being too personal.”
    Yes, this subject was definitely on the woman’s mind. Interesting. Delilah shook her head and said, “It was okay. He’d like to have a relationship now, but I don’t know. I grew up without him and never missed him. At this point, I don’t know that I need him in my life.”
    Midori nodded. “So you didn’t miss him when you were a girl? You didn’t wish…you know, that he and your mother had reconciled, that kind of thing?”
    “No. I think it was better that they didn’t. Some things shouldn’t be forgiven.”
    “Not even for the children?”
    “No, of course for the children. But the question is, what’s best for the children.”
    Midori took a sip of wine. “You’re right. That is the question.”
    There was a long pause. Delilah said, “It sounds like this is something you’ve been thinking about.”
    Midori nodded. “Just recently, the father showed up unexpectedly and paid us a visit.”
    Delilah felt her heart beat harder, but her face betrayed nothing.
    “Really? How was that?”
    Midori sighed. “Confusing. I thought I’d made up my mind, but now…I don’t know.” She took another sip of wine.
    Delilah saw an opening. “Well, if he’s the father, why isn’t he in your life?”
    “It’s a long story, actually, and not something I’m comfortable talking about.”
    Okay, that wasn’t the right approach. She would have to find another way. “I’m sorry.”
    “No, it’s all right. It’s just…you know, when he saw the baby, that’s what really turned my head around. He cried. I’d never seen him cry before. He’s not the crying type. And then, two minutes later, we were kissing like I couldn’t believe. I don’t know how I managed to ask him to go. If he’d pushed it a little harder…I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
    Delilah’s face went hot with jealousy and anger and she hoped she wasn’t flushing. She had always assumed that, when he wasn’t with her, Rain had other women. She certainly had her fill of other men. They didn’t get to see each other frequently, and she didn’t expect either of them to remain celibate during the other’s absence. But a passionate kiss with an ex-lover, which sounded like the start of something much, much more? That was totally different. After all, he had said he was coming to New York to see his child, not to fuck his old girlfriend. And he would have, that was clear, he’d been trying to do just that but Midori had turned him away.
    She let out a long breath and took a sip of wine. “Sounds like you have a pretty strong connection.”
    “I don’t know what we have. Good chemistry, definitely. And we went through this really intense…experience together once. But now, for me, it’s really about the baby. I worry about him growing up without his father. I worry about what I’m going to tell him.”
    Delilah shrugged. “Don’t tell him anything. That’s the way my mother handled it with me.”
    “That’s what I was planning on, more or less. Now I don’t know.”
    Delilah’s heart beat harder and she said, “Well, when you saw him, where did you leave it?”
    “I don’t even know exactly. He lives in a different world than mine. I told him if he ever gets out of that world, he could call me then. But I don’t think he can get out of it. He’s been in it forever, and I actually think…ah, I don’t know.”
    “What?”
    Midori took a sip of wine. “I think he likes it. I mean, he says he wants to get out, but if he really wanted to, he could, couldn’t he? And he’s had good reasons. The baby being the most recent.”
    Every piece of information Delilah had teased out so far had been disappointing, even painful to hear. Still, there was that one thing, the one she’d wondered about in Paris, that might trump all the rest. She had tried for it subtly a moment ago, but Midori had blocked that approach. Well, subtlety was only a tool. There were other tools available. She felt a flush of adrenaline in her torso as she prepared to strip away the cover she had been