Chapter 13: Reckless Hearts

The SUV smelled like expensive leather and Ramón’s musk-sandalwood cologne. A scent that was somehow both comforting and very infuriating to Lola.

Her thighs felt cold and exposed as they were open from the ridiculous thigh slit of her dress. She just put her arms over them since she had nothing else.

Her heart, however, was doing a frantic salsa, still reeling from the way Ramón grabbed her from her spying spot on the terrace.

Now who knows what he saw or heard.

And the phone. Oh, the phone. It was tucked deep in her clutch, a tiny bomb of truth waiting to explode.

Ramón was quiet beside her, too quiet actually. He just stared out the window, his profile sharp against the passing city night lights.

Lola tried to act as casual as possible, as if she wasn't carrying a recording that could either save her life or get her killed. She was holding her clutch so tightly that her fingers were probably leaving permanent indentations on it.

Then, he turned. His eyes, those stormy green ey