“I have nowhere else to be right now, Boss,” she said softly, praying the tears wouldn't fall.
“Good.I am thinking of going to college in Colombia,” he said as if nothing else, he'd previously said wasn't tearing her emotional valley into a decimated forest after a tornado.“Having to write research papers in my third language would be taxing.If we attend college in Colombia, it will be in my own languages, even though I may not get the exposure from Ivy League schools in the States.The whole England thing was also too much, plus the weather is terrible, and the food is horrible.What is Spotted Dick anyway?What grown man walks into a pub and says, ‘I will have the Spotted Dick, please.’”
Alita smiled at him.“You can always work with The Lemon who said she did a great deal of work with that kid Dexter's mentor, what his name...Merge, or something?”
“Yes, he has a doctorate in chemistry like The Lemon,” he said.“Did you know he orders venoms from us?Small world.I may wish to visit his farm and see his set up.I do not know where this Ar-kansas is.”
“It is to the right of Oklahoma, which is above Texas,” she said.He seemed satisfied with the answer.“Boss, what is next, if I might ask?You haven't laid out your schedule for the month.”
“Too overwhelmed,” he said.“The wedding is this weekend in Brazil.Next weekend is Andres's betrothal, I need to accept one of the college offers, and if we choose Colombia, we need to find an apartment.”
“An apartment, like live together in a flat?”
“Yes, do you wish to stay on campus and eat the food cooked by fat women with flappy arm meat?Why do you think we went to visit Tim the Johnson?We aren't kids anymore.”
“What if I don't get into the same school as you or want to take the classes you are taking,” she said softly.
He frowned.“You say that as if I am incapable of defending myself Alita.I am the fucking Bushmaster!I will be okay if you take an hour-long class away from me,” he said, scowling at her.
“What if I wanted to go on a date with a cute guy in my poetry class?”she asked, intentionally poking the lion.
“Depends on if I feeling like killing a mutherfucker or not, my dear, so don't test me so soon,” Micah said, noticing the lights come on in the cabin.“Oh, we are preparing for landing.It will be good to be home in my bed with cottony soft sheets.Did you know Tim the Johnson offered me the use of his silk sheets?It was nearly an hour before the willies stopped crawling on my skin.”
“Were the sheets new in the pack?”
“No, they were his sheets for his sexy times with other men,” Micah said, rubbing the hairs on his chin.
Alita couldn't help it; she burst into laughter.Micah burst into laughter as well, physically pretending to wipe away the images dancing in his mind.These were the moments they shared together no one ever saw as well as a side of Micah Delgado few people knew.In his moment of levity, she saw in him a man would be a great father.
At some point, she would raise the question of whether he wanted to have children of his own.
Chapter 6- Toughness
The toughness on EduardoDelgaldo’s face often softened when he was around his children.Ever protective and a guardian in their lives, he had a special affinity for his two younger sons, not sure if those around them were there for their best interests or to take advantage of the young men.The young woman Micah had chosen as his guard also fascinated the Fer de Lance because he had difficulty reading her.She kept her feelings and emotions close to the vest.
When she and Micah were at Las Tierras, she sat at the table with the family.When guests and officials of the cartel visited, she ate in the quarters with the other servants, although no one asked her to or required her to do so.Again, she fascinated Eduardo.
