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Make sure you don’t forget he’s mine.
I lift my glass. “I’ll drink to that!”
“You ladies flatter me much.” Bryce says.
“Nice try on the feign modesty, Mr. Van Der Linden.” My sister winks.
Bryce chuckles.
My tight smile is about to crack my face.
Ciara lifts her glass. “Cheers!”
“Cheers!” I say.
“Here’s to an evening with the Herrera sisters!” Bryce says.
We clink our glasses.
I gulp half of mine.
“Slow down, cowgirl,” Ciara says.
“The drink is really good,” I lie.
“I like what’s going on here,” she says, waving a finger around the space.
“It was a great call on Sofia’s part,” Bryce says.
“Speaking of my big sister, how did you two meet?”
Sly.
I place a hand on Bryce’s thigh. “It’s a boss-romance-slash-office-romance.”
I’m bending the truth Bend It Like Beckham style.
Her mouth drops open. “He’s your translation client?”
Bryce squeezes my hand.
I squeeze back.
“Yes,” I confirm. “They don’t call Paris the City of Love for nothing.”
Her head jerks back. “You kids move fast.”
Says the youngest person at the table.
I cock a brow. “We move at snail’s pace compared to you.”
She takes a sip of her drink and drops the glass on the table. She swings her mass of hair behind her shoulders. “True, I like it fast and furious.” She leans into the table. “The L word is never a part of the equation.”
My eyes lower.
Is she wearing a bra?
She meets my gaze. “Abuelita would rise from the dead and smack me upside the head with her chanclas if I was walking around Manhattan—or any city in the world—without a bra in public wearing a white blouse.”
