green guayabera shirt and dark linen pants, cowboy boots, his collar-length black hair slicked back and pulled behind his ears.
Élian's wavy brown hair looked as messy as usual. He kept a mustache and soul patch because he thought it made his baby face look more manly. He wore a blue polo, khakis, and deck shoes with no socks. A Miami Vice fashion leftover.
What did Bree think of them? He watched her face for any signs of interest. When her smile remained friendly, and her gaze un-flirty, he relaxed.
"I'm sorry to hear about your sister," Élian said.
"Yeah, me too," Rico added. "We're going to miss her around here."
Bree blinked a couple times. Was it grief, or disbelief at Rico's bullshit? "That's kind of you to say." She looked at Élian, who stared at her as if she was the last potato chip in the bowl. "And thank you, Élian."
"You look just like your sister," Élian blurted.
She smiled. "We were identical twins."
"You'll have to excuse him." Rico nudged Élian. "He likes to state the obvious."
Élian nudged him back, Rico elbowed back.
To keep them from regressing into a full wrestling match, Sixto asked Bree, "Would you like to have a beer with us?"
"No, thank you. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"No interruption," Rico said. "Sit down, I'll get you one." He flashed his trademark girl-getter smile as he brushed past her, a little too close.
Sixto moved back a step, offering her a seat next to him. They all sat, Rico brought her a beer, and the guys continued to stare.
Sixto nodded to her laptop. "You having problems with the internet?"
"Yes, but it can wait until tomorrow."
"No," Sixto moved closer. "We can look at it now."
She opened the computer.
Putting his arm on the back of the couch behind her, he bent his elbow and rested his cheek on his fist. Leaning in, his chest pressed against her arm. Her skin burned through his shirt, hot and soft.
His leg touched her knee and the contact shot electric sparks across his thigh. Damn. Her scent snuck into his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, softly floral, vanilla and spice. He could see down the front of her sundress and the view of her creamy breasts made his mouth water. Things started happening in his boxer briefs and he forced himself to concentrate on the computer.
She hadn't moved since she opened the laptop and he looked at her face. Her cheeks were red, her breathing was labored. God, was she as turned on as he was?
His brain slammed back into gear. Damn, they weren't alone.
The guys both sat motionless, staring at him, Élian had a potato chip halfway to his mouth.
Chapter Nine
Sixto looked up from staring at Bree's lips and caught Rico and Élian looked at each other as they sat on the couch across from them. Rico gave Sixto a questioning look and nodded toward Bree.
Sixto's eyes narrowed in warning and he shook his head slightly.
Bree moved her pointer and brought up the internet options. "I couldn't get a high speed connection." Her voice shook.
As he reached over and moved the pointer, his arm grazed her breast and she jumped. The slight touch sent a ripple of desire through him and it was his turn to sound unsteady. "If you choose this setting, but on this network, it'll be a lot faster."
She nodded. "Ah, okay. Thank you." She closed her laptop, set it on the table, and reached for her beer, effectively shifting away from him without being too obvious. She told the guys, "I've never been good with technical stuff."
"What are you looking for on the internet," Rico asked.
She took a drink of beer. "I need to find a gym."
Sixto jerked a thumb behind him. "You can use my equipment any time."
She smiled, but didn't look at him. "Thanks, but I really need to get out and meet people."
"Come out with us tonight," Élian offered.
"You should," Rico said. "We're going to a club, looking for—"
" ¡Callarse! " Sixto cut him off.
Bree glanced at him, a surprised look on her face.
Rico huffed. "I was just going to tell
Élian's wavy brown hair looked as messy as usual. He kept a mustache and soul patch because he thought it made his baby face look more manly. He wore a blue polo, khakis, and deck shoes with no socks. A Miami Vice fashion leftover.
What did Bree think of them? He watched her face for any signs of interest. When her smile remained friendly, and her gaze un-flirty, he relaxed.
"I'm sorry to hear about your sister," Élian said.
"Yeah, me too," Rico added. "We're going to miss her around here."
Bree blinked a couple times. Was it grief, or disbelief at Rico's bullshit? "That's kind of you to say." She looked at Élian, who stared at her as if she was the last potato chip in the bowl. "And thank you, Élian."
"You look just like your sister," Élian blurted.
She smiled. "We were identical twins."
"You'll have to excuse him." Rico nudged Élian. "He likes to state the obvious."
Élian nudged him back, Rico elbowed back.
To keep them from regressing into a full wrestling match, Sixto asked Bree, "Would you like to have a beer with us?"
"No, thank you. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"No interruption," Rico said. "Sit down, I'll get you one." He flashed his trademark girl-getter smile as he brushed past her, a little too close.
Sixto moved back a step, offering her a seat next to him. They all sat, Rico brought her a beer, and the guys continued to stare.
Sixto nodded to her laptop. "You having problems with the internet?"
"Yes, but it can wait until tomorrow."
"No," Sixto moved closer. "We can look at it now."
She opened the computer.
Putting his arm on the back of the couch behind her, he bent his elbow and rested his cheek on his fist. Leaning in, his chest pressed against her arm. Her skin burned through his shirt, hot and soft.
His leg touched her knee and the contact shot electric sparks across his thigh. Damn. Her scent snuck into his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, softly floral, vanilla and spice. He could see down the front of her sundress and the view of her creamy breasts made his mouth water. Things started happening in his boxer briefs and he forced himself to concentrate on the computer.
She hadn't moved since she opened the laptop and he looked at her face. Her cheeks were red, her breathing was labored. God, was she as turned on as he was?
His brain slammed back into gear. Damn, they weren't alone.
The guys both sat motionless, staring at him, Élian had a potato chip halfway to his mouth.
Chapter Nine
Sixto looked up from staring at Bree's lips and caught Rico and Élian looked at each other as they sat on the couch across from them. Rico gave Sixto a questioning look and nodded toward Bree.
Sixto's eyes narrowed in warning and he shook his head slightly.
Bree moved her pointer and brought up the internet options. "I couldn't get a high speed connection." Her voice shook.
As he reached over and moved the pointer, his arm grazed her breast and she jumped. The slight touch sent a ripple of desire through him and it was his turn to sound unsteady. "If you choose this setting, but on this network, it'll be a lot faster."
She nodded. "Ah, okay. Thank you." She closed her laptop, set it on the table, and reached for her beer, effectively shifting away from him without being too obvious. She told the guys, "I've never been good with technical stuff."
"What are you looking for on the internet," Rico asked.
She took a drink of beer. "I need to find a gym."
Sixto jerked a thumb behind him. "You can use my equipment any time."
She smiled, but didn't look at him. "Thanks, but I really need to get out and meet people."
"Come out with us tonight," Élian offered.
"You should," Rico said. "We're going to a club, looking for—"
" ¡Callarse! " Sixto cut him off.
Bree glanced at him, a surprised look on her face.
Rico huffed. "I was just going to tell
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