My heart is pounding in my chest, when somewhere in the distance, there’s a whistling. I break away from him, gasping for air, putting space between our lips. His mouth searches for mine, and I indulge him for just a few seconds before pulling back again.
I can hardly contain my excitement, but I know I need to get it together. There’ll be all the time in the world to play this moment back to myself later, but for now, I need to focus. A second whistling. I jerk my head around. It’s a call that hits deeper than deep.
Destiny has come knocking. And there’s only one person it can be.
Lewis’s gaze is locked on my lips, like someone who’s only justcome back to himself. His eyes drift up to meet mine before trailing off somewhere behind me.
“What’s with the guy whistling at you like you’re some dog?”
I blink. Suddenly, I’m crashing back to reality.My reality.
“You’re about to find out.” I lean into him. “Remember what I said—stay quiet. And this time, Ireallymean it.”
I just had the hottest kiss of my life, but I steady myself, beckoning Lewis to follow as I make my way over to the guy who calls the shots—and who’s definitely noticed I’m in town.
Emil raises a hand and points at me, his backup scattering to make space as I weave my way through the crowd. I should’ve let him know I was coming, but a little mystery never hurt anyone. I can feel his eyes burning into me like a laser, and for the hundredth time tonight, I wonder what Lewis makes of it all.
I shoot him a sideways glance.That’s one hell of a poker face.
“Amy!” Emil sounds both surprised and edgy.
“¿Cómo estás, Emil?”
“Muy bien, hermosa. ¿Quién es? ¿Tu amigo?”
That makes sense—him wanting intel on Lewis, I mean. I’ve known Emil since forever, and I’ve never brought a plus-one to the party.
“Lewis.”
Didn’t I fucking tell him to keep quiet?
“Él no es mi amigo,” I drawl.
Emil frowns at me, one hand still hovering over some blond girl’s ass.
“What’re you doing here? I thought you left town for good.”
“That was the plan. Until someassholedecided to steal my car and bring it here.” I narrow my eyes. “Listen, you got drama with RJ, that’s your problem. But don’t go dipping intomystash.”
Yeah, I decided to go head-on—and that’s because who and what Emil is has never rattled me. Not even a little. His smile fades, and I’m suddenly face-to-face with the Godfather reincarnated.
He’s not that much older than me, but the guy’s got presence, I’ll give him that. Right now, he looks older than he is.
“You sure the car’s here?”
“Yup.”
“Where?”
I jerk my chin over to the lineup. Emil cusses in Spanish.
“The Dodge is yours?”
I can feel Lewis straining to talk, so I reach for his hand, digging my nails into his palm.
“The Dodge is mine.” I nod. “And I’m here to take it home.”
“Mierda. Tyler picked it up—one of El Perro’s guys.”
