3
Cats and Casitas
“Um, hi,” I managed, trying my best not to look as gobsmacked as I felt. No, Cat hadn’t been lying. If anything, she’d downplayed her brother’s good looks. I still couldn’t figure out why in the world Genoveva had felt the need to keep her son’s appearance from me, but right then I thought I might be able to forgive her, considering the gorgeous specimen who stood before me right now.
Genoveva stepped forward, clearly doing her best to take control of the situation. “Rafael, better late than never, I suppose. Still, it was not very kind to keep Miranda waiting after the long journey she’s had.”
At once his dark, arched brows pulled together and his eyes glinted with irritation, but I thought it better to say something conciliatory before they could really get into it
