I just got her. And I'm not ready to let her go. I may never be ready.
So I dodge his question. "I mean, we've been searching for Emily for years and haven't found her. It's been three days, Rafael. Don't you trust that you'll be the first person I call as soon as I have her?"
The dial tone as he ends the call is my answer, and I chuckle under my breath as I take out some plates and spoons.
Yeah, mentioning Emilia is a sure as fuck way to piss him off. I don't know much about what went down between them five years ago, and I don't give a shit either way, but he really shouldn't let her get under his skin like this.
People like me will use it against him.
I'm almost done plating the food when I sense her behind me. "Oh, good, you're right on time. Come on in," I say without turning around, sealing up the leftovers to put them back in the fridge.
Footsteps approach, and I glance up—then freeze. My mouth goes dry.
