Luz Trujillo’s house looked serene and elegant, with its carefully arranged native plants and palm trees in the front yard. Evan pulled up in front and parked the car, then turned off the engine. As he’d been forced to admit to Zoe, his right hand did feel a little stiff, but not enough that it should get in his way. Even if it had hurt more than it did, he still wouldn’t have complained unless it was outright broken. He really didn’t want to be forced to explain to the de la Paz healer how he’d punched some redneck in the mouth because he was being disrespectful to her clan’s prima-in-waiting.
Zoe climbed out of the car and Evan followed, glad she was taking the lead. He still felt off-balance from that encounter at the ATV staging area, jangly and not quite himself.
Then again, one cou
