“Don’t leave me, querida. Please,” Vidal begged.
“I have to. What other choice do I have? You’ve never even said you love me.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I told you I won’t marry you unless you love me.”
“You know I do,” he insisted. Don’t pretend, Rosalinda. You know it. You have to!
“Do I?” She lifted her face and the sea-washed emeralds of her eyes glittered with agonized pride.
Her uncertainty wounded him. “You should. Love is more than words, Rosalinda.”
“But the words still matter. Adios, Vidal.” She turned to leave.
“Stop, please.” She didn’t stop. Oh God, she really is leaving. Desperately he called after her “Stop, Rosalinda, por favor! Te amo.”
Rosalind froze in her tracks, her breathing rapid and uneven. She turned slowly. “Say that again.”
He spoke English th
