Cabrón:
How is Charlotte?
Me:
Getting better. I think I’m going home in a couple of days. I can’t stay here. Amy is struggling at the store.
Cabrón:
When you’re ready to go, let me know. I’ll have the jet take you.
Me:
I’m not flying on your jet.
Cabrón:
Yes, you are.
Me:
You can’t make me.
Cabrón:
I will cause air traffic to shut down if you try to flycommercial.
I laugh. There’s no way he can do that. Can he? Then again, he did get them to turn my plane around while it was taxiing. I wouldn’t put it past him.
Me:
Fine, but I’m bringing Rachel with me.
Cabrón:
You can bring whomever you want.
Me:
Really? Anyone, because I met a guy today. He was super cute. He’d fit right in too. A genuine southern boy.
Three seconds after I’ve hit send on that message, my phone lights up, the nameCabrónflashing across the screen. “Yeah?”
“Evie, that sleepy little country town you’re from will be decimated if you so much as let another man lay a finger on you.”
“Emmanuel, shut up. You’re being ridiculous.” I close my eyes and throw my head back, resting it on the sofa.
“I’m deadly serious, mi alma. No one is going to touch you ever again. No one who isn’t me.”
“You’re not touching me again either.” I sigh. “That was a onetime thing.”
“Keep telling yourself that, and you might even believe it one day. But we both know what we did, and it’s way too fucking good not to do it again.”
“Isn’t there some hot Mexican woman you can be bothering instead of me?”
“Do you really want that? For me to go and randomly fuck some woman here?” he asks.
I sigh. I want to sayyes. I want to tell him I don’t care who he fucks. But what if he calls me on my bluff and does just that?
