Page 76 of Sweet Heart

It’s gone nearly as quickly as it came, meant just for me, and she nods.

“People always talk.”

“You still brought me.”

“Yes.”

No doubt, no question, no hesitation.

“I think I love you.”

Now her eyes widen a bit, and she pushes out a gust of air through her nose. Her fingers find my hip, and she guides me closer toward her. I glide against her side like our bodies were meant to fit this way, and she looks down at me with a satisfied smile.

“Te amo, también, mi amor.”

My lips are starting to curl up when a warm arm wraps around my waist and both Cat and I are being pulled forward. I nearly stumble, but my movement is broken by a soft and warm body. My face ends up somewhere amongst a great set of curls, and a bright, cheerful laugh fills my ears.

“Mis amigas, you made it.”

“Carmen, por favor,” Cat hisses as she pushes her friend slightly back. “This is not a bar.”

“I know. It’s not a hotel room either, hm?” she taunts back, waggling her eyebrows and letting her gaze go from Cat to me, and back to Cat again.

“Hi, Carmen, it’s good to see you again,” I let out on a soft chuckle, breaking Cat’s irritation instantly.

“You too, guapa. You look…”

She steps back to actually look at me, and her lips pucker in appreciation. Her gaze drags down and up, and she grins wide.

“… too sexy for Cat,” she finishes and gives me a big wink.

I shake my head, trying not to laugh, and move into Cat even more.

“No such thing.”

Carmen opens her mouth to reply, but Cat cuts her off very abruptly, greeting the woman who is walking toward us.

“Doctor Ramos, glad to see you here tonight.”

“Doctor Durand, likewise. Although I was informed it was mandatory.”

Her green eyes quickly flick to Carmen, who is suddenly very quietly hiding behind her glass.

“Is that so?” Cat hums, and I can practically taste her amusement. “I wonder who would say such a thing.”

Carmen nearly chokes on her champagne, and her cheeks turn even more red.

“I, uh—” she stammers, and she looks at me for help.

The look of sheer panic in those brown eyes, nearly breaks me. I raise my hand toward Doctor Ramos and smile.

“Hi, I’m Mary.”

“Mary.” She nods, and glances briefly between Cat and me as if she only now realizes I’m also a woman.

“Isa. What a pleasure to meet you.”

There is something about her that I instantly like. She is warm, calm, and poised. Her eyes are bright and sharp, but without any trace of hardness. And seeing that she is a doctor, I am willing to bet that she is wickedly smart, too.