Mariana's Pov
I puff out a breath and squeeze the last of my clothes into the small travel bag I intend to go on my travels with.
A little backtracking here: earlier today while Alejandro, my husband, and myself sat in my office deciding how to track down the soldier who dared to steal from the family and run off, Alejandro had volunteered to track him through the countries the fucker has been in and out of in the last few days.
And at that moment, my stupid little heart thought it was an opportunity. An opportunity to experience those seven days Alejandro promised me without dealing with my husband’s suspecting eyes.
What did I do? I made a declaration that I regretted right when the words left my mouth.
“I’ll go with you,” I blurted, surprising both brothers.
“What?” My husband had
