“No, please,” he laughs. “You do not.”
“Oh, but I do. I love being a bartender. I get to keep everyone’s secrets, and half the time, they forget that they told me,” she says, smirking.
Isidro sobers as he stares at her, realizing the implications of her words.
“You gonna keep my secrets,mamita?” he asks.
“I suppose I have to,” she sighs, turning her gaze to watch the sun as it continues its descent in the sky.
Soon, the sun will set, and we’ll need to get going. I can’t force myself to move, even when my butt begins to fall asleep.
Silva’s stomach grumbles, making me chuckle.
“Can I feed you, baby?” I ask her, hugging her tightly.
“Yes, I suppose I should eat,” she mutters.
“Do you forget to eat often?” Isidro asks, watching us.
“Just when I get busy,” she says mildly.
I know better than that but keep my peace. She doesn’t need people nagging her. It’s honestly the last thing she needs. I’ll just keep making sure she gets food, even if I’m cooking it.
“Hmm,” Isidro says instead. “I know you’re scent matched to Harlan and probably Kyren too, but I’d like a chance to get to know you better. I’ve been intrigued by you ever since I heard Shep sound terrified of you.”
“Poor Shep,” she says, still staring at the creek. “I should ask Lexi to bring him cookies the next time she’s near the shop.”
“Why won’t you go?” he asks.
“He might think I poisoned them,” Silva says, pulling her gaze away to stare at Isidro.
“Fuck, that’s some thousand yard stare you got there. Make many men piss their pants, Silva?”
“Only a couple,” I snort, remembering the kids who broke into her place.
Silva turns to look at me before it clicks. “Those were special circumstances!”
“You’re both ridiculous,” Isidro groans. “If anyone was going to scent match to Kyren and Harlan, it would be someone as unhinged as you are, Silva,” Isidro says.
“It figures that I’d collect a pack like Pokémon,” she mutters.
“Gotta catch them all, hey, Spitfire?” I ask, smirking.
Isidro looks like he’s going to shit himself before bursting out into laughter.
“You two…are so in sync,” he wheezes.
“I guess we are, huh,” she says, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “We should get out of here before it gets dark.”
“I have a flashlight,” I say, not worried.
Helping her up, I also stand and pull on the backpack as the three of us begin to walk back to the vehicles.
“Circling back to courting you,” Isidro drawls.
“Is that what we’re calling it?” Silva asks.
She squeezes the hand that I’m holding, and I have to stifle a smile. Silva is giving him shit.
