A tap at the driver’s side door steals both of our attention. It’s my brother, Liam, “You both good?” he asks through the fogged windows.
“Yeah,” I shout. “Now go fuck off so I can get dressed.”
“Ew, I’m not looking. See you both back up at the house.”
I slink back to the driver’s seat.
“Fuck, he probably wants to kick my ass now,” Tomás says with a guilty innocence that only adds to his charm.
“Please. He caught us post fooling around and we’re married,” I remind him playfully. “Even if we weren’t, he should know that I’m a grown woman with needs. It is what it is. He’s not going to act all crazed for that. So calm down. Not everyone gets all pissed off and ‘Get off my sister’ like you,” I say, half joking, but it’s enough to lighten the mood and put him at ease.
“Guess this was karma for me walking in on Lo and Tino.” He shudders at the memory as I laugh.
“Guess so, lucky for you, my brother didn’t act like you did.”
Tomás lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I got Tino good.”
“From what I heard, you have a mean left hook.”
“Yeah, I do.” He throws his hands up shrugging. “Never forgot my fighting days.”
Tomás clears his throat, his demeanor turning serious. “We have time, you know.”
“For?”
He reaches for my hand, kissing the top of it before placing it over my heart and making what’s supposed to be pretend suddenly feel very real.
CHAPTER 29
SARINA
“How is this fun?” I ask Tomás as he is mid squat, with his inked quads on full display, grunting like he’s being tortured. “I mean for you that is?”
He completes his set, walking the barbell back in place. Sweat drips from his forehead and I offer him the towel slung over my shoulder, since I have no intention of working up a sweat in this gym. I rather poke my eyes out then workout. I only agreed to come with him so that we can spend some more alone time together. After how the dinner at my parents went, and knowing how awkward seeing them at the rehearsal dinner and wedding will be, I would only be driving myself crazy sitting in our room alone.
“I don’t know, I find working out to center me,” he says, wiping the sweat off his brow.
My lips fall to a pout. “You mean to tell me that bending your legs on repeat is your idea of relaxation?”
“I guess.”
I roll my eyes. “You need to some more excitement in your life.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” His chest is still heaving from his workout. He eyes the clock, then the empty gym around us. “It’s quiet in here,” he observes.
“You don’t say?”
He smirks. “You’re kind of a smart ass, you know that?”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Who? Me? Whatever makes you say that?”
As if on cue, his phone chimes with multiple emails, and to my surprise, he doesn’t jump to it.
“You should get that,” I remind him.
“I know,” he hums, taking a step closer to me.
“It’s probably about the closing we have coming up.”
