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“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No. I was just thinking about Jorge.” I shook my head. “Seraphina said that wasn’t his real name.”
Press reached out and took my hand. “He is in custody and will spend the rest of his life in prison.”
“I know. It’s just that he used to make promises he’d never keep.” I squeezed his fingers. “But you will, won’t you, Press?”
“Always.”
“Pizza’s here. Who’s hungry?” said Beau.
I hadn’t been a few minutes ago when he first mentioned pizza. Now, I was, though. “I’m actually starving.”
Before I realized what was happening, Beau swept me into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I said, laughing.
“We can’t expect you to walk if you’restarving, fair lady.” When his gunmetal-blue eyes met mine and he smiled, I nearly gasped. Both Beau and his brother were movie-star handsome. However, Beau was more flirtatious. Press was the steady, reliable of the two.
“I’m goinginto the office today,” my sister said the following morning when I came out of the bedroom.
I looked up at the clock and saw it was a little after nine. “When did you get up?” I asked.
“Maybe an hour ago.” She seemed as preoccupied as she did yesterday.
“Why don’t you just quit?”
“What a good idea.” She pulled an envelope out of her bag and waved it in the air.
“What’s that? A resignation letter?”
“Yep, and the sooner I get it over with, the better.”
“Where are you off to?” Beau asked, joining my sister and me in the kitchen, wearing a pair of jeans but no shirt or shoes.
“To my office. I thought it best to check in.” She turned to our mom, who I hadn’t seen sitting in the dining room. “I’ll be back soon. Um, can I borrow your car?”
Beau pulled a key fob out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Take mine. It’s the red Audi.”
“Um, thanks. I won’t be long,” she said, walking out the front door.
“Is she okay?” Beau asked.
“She has a lot on her mind,” my mom responded.
“So,” said Beau, turning to me just as I let my eyes trail from his ridiculously handsome face, down his ladder of abs, to the patch of hair right above the button on his jeans. “Luisa?”
While I felt almost too embarrassed to look him in the face, I did anyway. “Um, yes?”
“Press mentioned you asked if he had horses.”
I nodded, feeling too stupid to speak after so openly ogling him. What made it even worse was that forty-eight hours ago I was rescued from a shipping container where I’d been held along with sixty other human trafficking victims. I shook my head and put my hand on my stomach.
“Hey,” said Beau, pulling me into his arms. “What just happened?”
I turned my head when I heard footsteps, and my eyes met Press’. “I’m okay,” I said to Beau, taking a step back.
“I thought maybe you’d like to go for a ride on the beach.”
