Mariana's Pov
“Why the f**k do you look so flustered, Mariana?”
Radimr’s sudden question almost startles a gasp out of me, but I don’t let it, I don’t let myself show him the secrets I might be hiding.
Clearing my throat, I answer on a hushed tone, “it’s nothing. I. . .I was—”
“Let the lady breathe, brother, she just ran down a flight of stairs.” Alejandro interrupts, his eyes creased at the corners as though he’s smiling. Is this funny to him?
Crazy motherfucker.
Radimr scratches the back of his head, a hum vibrating in his throat, his head bobbing in a nod.
I move forward to greet my father in-law, but he seems to be in a bad mood. His eyes are tight as he slowly drags the spiteful orbs along my form. “She lost weight, Radimr,” he says, his tone nonchalant.
My husband’s tone fa
