"Mateo!"
I blinked when María Jose snapped with frustration.
Right.
I was supposed to be responding.
I forced myself to focus, shaking off the intoxicating pull of her presence. "No one saw me," I finally murmured, though my voice came out slightly rougher than I intended.
She exhaled in relief. "Good. Because if someone did…"
I reached for her hands, cradling them gently between mine.
She froze.
"How have you been, angel?" I asked in a soft voice.
Her lips parted as though she were about to respond for a moment there before she changed her mind and just stared at me.
Then, to my complete and utter horror, She yanked her hands away.
And took a step back.
I squinted in surprise. Was that a little bit of… hostility toward me?
"Stay away from me," she muttered, her tone sharper than I had ever heard it.
Was that my
I narrowed my eyes. "Excuse me?"
Her jaw tightened. "I said, stay away from me."
