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“Are you going to be the one to tell his mother you’re the reason she lost both of the men in her life?”
“That’s not fair, Sofia.”
“Well, are you? Because we both know this isn’t going to stop happening.”
“There are things we can do,” he argues. “We can protect you the same as Andres and I protect those most important to us.”
“Just fucking let me do this. It’s a giant fucking win for you. I don’t understand why you’re so fucking opposed to it.”
I desperately try to keep my eyes open, needing to figure out what is going on. But it’s futile.
* * *
Opening my eyes, I am immediately drawn to Sofia pacing not far from the foot of the bed next to an open patio door.
She’s fucking heavenly.
Her long, dark hair is lightly curled and cascading down her back. A light breeze blows through the open threshold, tousling her hair and filling my nostrils with the salty aroma of the ocean.
The ocean?
“So, it’s done?” Sofia speaks into the phone in her hand.
She continues to pace while I assume the person on the other end of the phone is talking.
“Thank you, Alejandro. Please thank Andres for me too.” She ends her call and tosses the phone into an upholstered chair next to her.
“What’s done?” I force out the words while trying to sit up.
“Careful, sugar.” She is immediately at my side helping to a seated position.
Lifting my hand to her face, I press it to her cheek, and she leans into my touch and closes her eyes.
“Your face…It’s perfect.”
“Awake for two minutes and already trying to get in my pants.” She smiles at me.
“I mean, it’s practically healed. How long was I sleeping?”
“You’ve been in an out of it for a week,” she responds while rubbing her fingers through the long stubble on my face. Based on how she’s running her fingers through it, I’m quite certain that any chance of shaving the itchiness from my face isn’t going to happen.
“Are you going to tell me what’s done?” I ask before clarifying, “From your call.”
“I’m a dead woman.”
thirty four
GABRIEL
ALMOST ONE YEAR LATER
“Come on. You never come out with any of us,” Chris whines.
“Seriously,” Scott chimes in.
“Don’t you guys have families to go celebrate with or something?” I ask as I shake my head.
