Alejandro (22 page)
“Need anything,
hijos
?”
“No,
mamá
,” Rafa responded for the both of them.
Ale smiled at his mother, who looked no different in the years he’d been away, except perhaps the tiny crow’s feet in the corners of her amber eyes. She eased her plump form into an overstuffed chair and called to her future grandson.
Grandson.
They hadn’t discussed it, but Ale planned to adopt Angel — if Audrey allowed it. It was the least he could do after making the boy an orphan. He’d drawn his mother back into a world she’d escaped for her son’s sake, and Carlos… Audrey insisted that the man’s death shouldn’t weigh on Ale’s conscience — after all, Carlos had chosen that life, she’d said. True, but he’d argued if he hadn’t convinced Carlos to turn against Alba, Trujillo might not have found the two of them together discussing Carlos’s change of heart toward Alba. From what their investigation had uncovered, Trujillo had had Ale followed since shortly after his first meeting with Carlos in Trujillo’s office. Ale couldn’t recall when he’d run such a sloppy investigation. He was looking forward to joining the fugitive recovery team. He’d heard of US Marshal Brandon Worth’s reputation, and felt he could match the man’s fugitive capture record.
“You think you’ll like it here back home?”
Punching his brother in the arm for his taunt, Ale settled back into the couch, sighing at the thought of a real
home
with a wife and child. “Aud, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”
“Whatever you need, I’ll get it.”
His mother started to rise, but Ale laid a restraining hand on her shoulder. “No,
mamá
. We’ll be fine.” A faint blush colored Audrey’s cheeks and she stood, keeping her eyes downcast as she hurried past him, clearly embarrassed. Before following, he turned to Rafa. “I think I’m going to love it.”
Rafa grinned, and then motioned for Genie to join him on the couch. As she nestled next to her fiancé, the thought of Audrey in his arms had Ale’s feet hurrying to the kitchen.
“Well, you’re one to make a girl wait.”
Ale narrowed his gaze on a woman with bright blue eyes and chocolate-colored hair that hung straight past her shoulders. Her stance of mock disapproval — arms crossed over her chest, toe tapping — only fueled the heat stirring in his blood. In two strides he had her in his arms, muffling her giggles with a slow kiss demanding her surrender, which she gladly did by pressing as close as he would allow. A single look from her tempted him like no other woman ever had, but he’d hold out for marriage — for her sake.
Ending the kiss, he angled back until her heart-shaped face filled his view. “
Mujer… te amo. Sabes?
” Her gaze drifted to the ceiling as she mouthed the words. Teaching her Spanish was going to be a long, long process. Instead of waiting for her to translate, he set a tender kiss on her lips. “Now do you understand?”
Reddening, she smiled and leaned in.
The End.
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From childhood, K. Victoria Chase enjoyed writing stories and plays and reading Christian romance. She received degrees in Criminal Justice and Diplomacy and worked as a federal law enforcement officer for several years before deciding to try her hand at writing a complete novel. Today, K. Victoria Chase is an Amazon bestselling author both in the US and the UK. She writes both clean and Christian interracial romance.
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