Finally.
Our gazes locked.
Except it wasn’t heat I found in his, just irritation.
Stupidly hurt, I sought to break the connection, but I couldn’t.
He trapped me there.
As my heart pounded, perspiration gathered at the nape of my neck. Until, thank God, a server stepped between us, bringing him an espresso when this was definitely a self-service place.
No longer ensnared, I faced my sisters and found them watching me.
“You getting sick or something, Kitty?” Raisin leaned over to rest the back of her hand against my forehead.
“Maybe?” A fever would explain why I’d lost my cool.
“Here.” Neev pressed a shot of vodka into my hands. “Best cold and flu medication invented.”
“Not with Dramamine.” I shoved the vodka at her and accepted the tomato juice Raisin brought for me.
It didn’t help, but it settled my half-empty stomach some.
“How many did you take?” Concern laced Raisin’s expression. “I know you hate flying, Kitty?—”
This had nothing to do with flying.
Seemed like Custanzu had performed a miracle because the death trap we were about to travel in no longer worried me.
“Double the dose.”
“Jesus, Kitty! How can you claim to be the responsible one?—”
“I don’t know why you freak out,” Neev butted in. “If it’s our time to go, it’s our time to go. At least we’ll be back with Vinny and Daddy.”
Rather than answer because Neev was always insensitive about this shit, I got to my feet. “If I can’t have alcohol, I’ll have cake. Lots and lots and lots of freakin’ cake.”
Maybe a sugar overdose would erase this embarrassing half hour?
One thing was for damn sure—no way in hell would I share this nightmare with Lara, George, or Millie.
I’d never hear the end of it.
THIRTEEN
STAN
It took a lot to rile my temper into a fucking inferno, but Kitty Frasier had achieved it.
Kitty Frasier was not traveling to fucking Key West.
Kitty Frasier had lied to her fucking brothers.
Kitty fucking Frasier, myangel, had a death wish.
Because she was, in fact, heading to Mexico.
Mexico that was south of the border and in the middle of several turf wars.
