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Mateo’s heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. He could cut a man open without blinking an eye. He could sew the tiny veins of the stomach lining back together in his sleep. But waiting for Abigail Palacio to tell him whether she would leave her fiancé and come to him was the most nerve-wracking thing he had ever done.
Abigail held his heart in the palm of her hands and if she so chose, she could crush it in one fell swoop. Did she know how much power she had over him? Did she know just how tightly he was wrapped around her little finger?
If she told him to go, he would leave. If she told him to stay, he would hold on and never let go. He’d learned his lesson. Time had kept them apart once, but Mateo planned to leave such little space between them that nothing could pry him
