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Shit.
I want this woman. There’s no doubt about that. Maybe it’s because I’m starting to think I never will.
“Sit, sit,” an older woman says, breaking our connection. I’m guessing it’s Ana’s sister.
She pushes plates of food in front of us, and I shoot Javier a look, who shrugs. It’s the Mexican way, so I don’t consider it a white flag. Nor has he lifted his gun again, so that’s good. I’d rather not shoot him in front of the females.
In fact, I’d rather he accept my deal and do the job I am going to ask of him.
Javier sits at the head of the large table and leans his shotgun against the bookcase behind him.
“Are you sure?” Isabelle asks, glancing between me and Ana.
“Si,” Ana says, nudging Isabelle over. She plops on the seat beside me and reaches for my hand. I squeeze it to let her know she’s safe.
Safe enough.
The warmth that rushes through my chest at her growing trust in me means nothing. Not a thing.
In front of us are plates of grilled tortillas, beans, sliced cucumbers, and fish. There are also fresh strawberries and melon and bottles of beer. I’m not unhappy about this; it smells and looks delicious.
“Can I have a water, please?” Isabelle asks politely as if we’re at a dinner party.
Javier watches her.
I want to shoot him.
He hasn’t given me an answer and will instantly know she’s the one Pablo is after. And me. We’ll be worth a lot of money, but it’s unlikely he’s offering what I am.
I take a sip of my beer and pick at a tortilla while the women chat.
“A dentist. Wow!” Ana says.
She is?
“Dental assistant,” Isabelle says. “I’m not that fancy. Although my father wanted me to be a lawyer.”
I can see her being an excellent lawyer. She’s very argumentative.
“No, people hate lawyers,” the older woman says.
Isabelle laughs. “That’s true until you need one, and then you love them. Anyway, I did want to study law, but by the time...” she glances at me. “Well, I just decided not to.”
I narrow my eyes.
Again, with the secrets. Not that she owes me any of them. I’m just the guy trying to bring her home.
But it still eats away at me.
I want to know her.
It’s now occurring to me as she chats with Ana, her sister, and the older lady who I suspect is Javier's sister because of the resemblance, that I don’t know her at all. It shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. I’ve slept in the same bed with her for a week, had my mouth on her clit, and tasted her arousal. But I’ve never once asked her a personal question.
I know she likes Taylor Swift and Cheetos.
And prefers water to most other drinks.
I know she’s not very experienced sexually and lives in Manhattan, although I don’t know if she likes horror movies or rom-coms. Prefers the mountains or the beach? Does she ice-skate or go to baseball games?
