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His margarita was excellent, and yet even the healthy amount of alcohol it contained wasn’t quite enough to prevent Consuelo Navarro’s words from swirling around in his brain.
Although one could say you’ve never allowed yourself to be truly alone, at the same time that is all you have been.
Words he wanted to laugh at. Alone? Tony Castillo, party animal? The guy who never passed up an excuse to hang out and have fun, drink, dance…that Tony?
Right.
Except…the seer had been correct on one level. He made sure he was always busy, always occupied, but somewhere lurking in the back of all that frenetic energy had been the realization that he really had nothing in his life of any importance. Oh, sure, there was his family, but he was one of them; they sort of had to love him. His magical
