Weird.
What does Daniela not want to share with me? Is it something to do with Florian’s career? Are they trying to replace him?
Fuck.
Florian needs to get back to normal as soon as possible.
I get up from the couch. I tidy the kitchen, then tidy the living room, as Florian continues to sleep.
My phone pings. Gina is downstairs.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Florian
Voices murmur as I wake up.
I am lying in my bed.
My clothes are on, even my socks, and I stretch my toes. My body aches, my head even more. There’s some water in a glass on my nightstand, and I sit up and take a sip.
The voices continue to hum.
Mateo.
I leave my room. The rain has stopped, and light shines over the tile.
I pad down the hallway. This place is more modern than I’m used to. But then, I am in America.
“You’re going to wake him,” Mateo says.
“But you need to tell me,” a woman whines.
I enter the living room.
A woman with dark hair notices me at once, and she smiles. “Hello.”
“Hello,” I respond.
Mateo turns around. His cheeks redden. “I’m sorry we woke you.”
“That’s okay. I slept a lot already.”
I glance at the woman. She’s about Mateo’s age with similar dark eyes and dark hair. “I was unconscious.”
Mateo smiles. “You worried us.”
“I am sorry.”
“You’re very handsome,” the woman says, rolling her gaze over me.
“You’re embarrassing him, Gina,” Mateo says.
I nod, because my cheeks are hotter than before.
“Are you Mateo’s sister?” I ask.
