Also-and this is critical-you are not ugly."
She blinked.
Nick's eyes danced with amusement.
"Remember, Isabel. It was your brother who said it. I would not dare to take credit for such pretty words. I would have said something more pedestrian. It takes a great orator to come up with -"
"Not ugly." She gave a little shake of her head.
"What a lovely compliment.
A cell phone rings. I can feel the vibration through Brittany’s pants.
“It’s hers,” I say.
“Answer it,” Isa Instructs.
I already feel like I’ve kidnapped the girl. Now I’m gonna answer her cell? Shit. Rolling her a bit, I feel for the bulge in her back pocket.
“Contesta,” Isa whispers loudly, this time in Spanish.
“I am,” I hiss, my fingers clumsy as I fumble for the phone.
“I’ll do it,” Paco says, leaning over the seats and reaching toward Brittany’s ass.
I whack his hand away. “Get your hands off her.”
“Geez, man, I was just tryin’ to help.”
My response is a glare.
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Your memories of me are part trees and part ocean and part magic, and I don't know if I will ever be that girl again. She was the best version of me.
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