Chapter 18
Mateu yanked the lemons from the tree, then threw them with such force at the basket, they bounced back out onto the ground. His father would get another concussion from simply seeing his babies being treated so carelessly, but Mateu needed a way to drive out the pain in his chest.
London’s help hadn’t lessened his anger, his hurt. She’d been using him for his money from day one. Just like every other woman he’d ever cared for.
Anything else, he could handle. Using him for his contacts, for his position, to get better accommodations at the hotel, but his personal bank account? She’d get the vacation of her dreams then hop on a plane and head home?
And who knows, she might have been seeing someone else the whole time she was here. He hurled another lemon. Hòstia tu!
He shook
