It really can’t get much more inappropriate.
“Maybe Faylor would like to go belly dancing with me?” Mama suggests.
Oh, God. I was wrong. It can get more inappropriate.
“No, Mama,” I frown. “Don’t take Faylor to a senior citizen belly dancing class. I’m sure she doesn’t want to see that.”
“Pfft,” Mama shoos me away and puts her arm around Faylor’s shoulders. “It’s excellent exercise and works on our coordination.”
“You take belly dancing lessons?” Faylor asks Mama.
Mama shakes her hips a little. Faylor laughs. Rand raises his eyebrows at me. I shrug. At this point, Faylor will be with my parents for at least five days. They can do so much damage in that time.
“Come on,Amorcita,” Papa nudges her to the door. “Let’s get you to school.”
Faylor trudges toward the car, but Rand stops her with a hand on her shoulder. She looks up, wraps her arms around his waist, and hugs him hard.
My heart cracks just a little at the sight.
“Behave for the Sabers, text me every night, and don’t turn off the tracker on your phone,” Rand says.
“But…” Faylor begins to protest.
Rand holds up a finger to stop her. “We talked about this. It’s either the tracking app or I have Mrs. Martel work her hacker magic on all of your electronics. And you have no idea the kind of information she can dig up.”
Faylor goes pale, then nods. Rand is not exaggerating. Tatiana Martel is the resident hacker at Saber Security and can track anyone or anything. She’s a better tracker than Wesley inThe Princess Bride.
Papa and Faylor take off. Rand grabs my suitcase and heads to his car outside.
I’m about to follow when Mama hooks her arm around my waist. “I like him for you,Mija.”
“Mama, it’s not real,” I shake my head. “He’s going as my plus one so that I don’t have to go to the reunion alone.”
“I read all of those romance novels. I know how these ‘fake boyfriend’ shenanigans turn out,” Mama wiggles her hips. “Friends to lovers, fake fiancé, only one room at the inn…hot-cha-cha!”
I sigh and roll my eyes at Mama’s sex sounds, feeling like a 16-year-old long-suffering teenager myself. “Mama, please.”
With a saucy shake of her shoulders, Mama swats me on the butt. “Fine. But I think he’d be good for you. And his daughter, what a spitfire! She’ll fit right into this family!”
I have no more words. I’m officially out of words for my Mama.
Rand pops his head through the open doorway. “You ready to go?”
Shit. How much did he hear?
I shake my head, kiss my Mama goodbye, and head out to the car.
Might as well get this funeral… I mean reunion… over with.
Chapter 19
“Where in the car manual can I find Ravishing 101? Asking for a friend.”
-Rand
Carolina acts like she’s headed to a funeral, not a reunion. She’s quiet, and I don’t know what to do with quiet.
“Did you know the man who built the Don CeSar Hotel, Thomas Rowe, died in the lobby? It’s said he haunts the place to this day?” I glance out of the corner of my eye at Carolina.
