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“What do you mean they’re closed?” Josefina asks.
Julian shuts his eyes. “You got the hours of operation wrong.”
Josefina gasps like one of her telenovela stars, which makes my brows rise. “Me? No. I would never.”
And the award for the worst performance goes to…
“Ma.” Julian shares a look with me.
She’s up to something, I mouth. I should have known Josefina was planning something when she started drilling me with questions about the supplies I needed to pick up in Detroit. When I mentioned having them delivered instead, she insisted on me picking them up to prevent any more delays.
Julian shakes his head.
She laughs. “Qué pena. I guess you and Dahlia will have to stay there until tomorrow.”
Julian’s brows scrunch. “How did you know Dahlia was with me?”
“Fred promis—told—me that when he stopped by the volunteer tent.”
“Por supuesto.” He frowns hard enough to create permanent wrinkles.
“Gotta go,mijo! Someone left the petting zoo gate open.Te quiero. Give Dahlia a hug for me!”
The phone beeps twice before Julian’s screen goes black.
He runs his hands through his hair. “I’m going to kill her.”
“Feel free to do itafterthe festival; that way no one gets upset at you.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “She gave me the wrong time on purpose.”
“Honestly, it’s a genius ploy to get us to spend time together.”
“I’ll call Sam and have him book us some rooms while we head to the store for clothes and your supplies.”
I pull out my phone while Julian taps away at his.
“The mall closed an hour ago,” I announce with a frown.
“We can shop at a big box store instead.”
“Perfecto.” On cue, my stomach growls loud enough for Julian’s brows to rise. “Can we stop somewhere for food?”
“Together?”
Qué pena:How unfortunate.
Por supuesto:Of course.
My eyes roll. “I was going to suggest separate tables, but if you’re that desperate for my company, I’m willing to make a sacrifice for you.”
“Get your ass in the truck before I cancel our trip to the art store.”
“Asshole.”
“Sweetheart.” His nickname penetrates my cold heart like a flaming arrow.
I instantly recognize the feeling. I’m tempted to carve out my heart and stomp all over it solely to remind me of what it felt like to be crushed by Julian all those years ago.
