I groan. “Oh god. Instead of a quinceañera oranypuberty talk, Missy decided my rite of passage was making me watch all theStar Warsmovies.”
“That explains a lot,” he says.
“That’s not fair.” I push myself up until we’re eye to eye. “Now you know everything about me, and I know nothing about you.”
“Well”—he shrugs—“if you must know, I wanted to be Darth Vader too.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. But I’ll settle for Bruno.”
I laugh and fall back against his chest, my cheek pressed over his heart.
“Tell me something real,” I murmur. “Something deep. You already know all my secrets.”
“You know all of mine too, Kitten.”
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you at all,” I admit. “And other times it feels like I’ve known you for several lifetimes.”
“You have known me for several lifetimes,” he says quietly. “You’re my soulmate, Alma.”
I let the words sink in. His fingers comb through my hair,unhurried. His heart is racing now, wild beneath my ear, and I realize this is the only place that’s ever felt like home.
“I’m going with you,” I say.
His hand stills.
“What if I say no?” he teases.
“I don’t care,” I mumble, already half-asleep. “I’ll follow you anyway.”
“Estás loca,” he laughs.
“Por ti,” I whisper, squeezing him tighter.
Chapter 36
Alma
“You? A stripper.” Mireya freezes mid-sip of her coffee.
“I literally just told you I was kidnapped at birth, Missy had help from the Italian mob, I killed my ex-boyfriend, and the unbelievable part is me being a stripper?”
“Alma, you won’t even say the word condom without blushing. I just never imagined you were a stripper.” She laughs. “But it’s like they say, the quiet ones are the freakiest.”
If she only knew.
The waitress at the breakfast diner we’re at brings us our plates, and Mireya puts PJ back in his carrier. She looks around the diner before her voice drops low.
“Have you talked to the Biondini brothers?”
“No. Not yet. Jasper’s been trying to set something up,” I reply.
From the looks of it though, Cesidio Biondini did not want to be found. And at this point, Jasper wasn’t willing to get his hands dirty with mob business.
“So then it’s set? You’ll move to Corpus Christi after the wedding.” Mireya frowns.
“Yes. But it’s only a three hour drive. I won’t be far.”
