Cruz:
I stalked toward the med shack like I was ready to light the damn thing on fire.
Okay—not really. But close enough. I needed to see her. Mi Reina.
The sky was starting to fade into amber, that dusty haze settling in like it always did before nightfall out here. My pickups were done, the crew handled. No one died. I should’ve felt calm.
I didn’t.
My hand was still on the doorknob when I realized I was trying to sneak. I wanted to watch her in her element, just for a moment.
The hinges had other plans anyway.
The second I opened the door, the metal screamed like a banshee in heat. So much for stealth.
But she didn’t jump.
Didn’t even flinch.
“Cruz.”
She smiled, didn’t even bother turning around. She was standing at the sink, sleeves rolled up, rinsing off her hands like she
