For most of the evening we hadn’t a moment to ourselves to resume what we had started in the car. We were being bombarded by congratulations by people I didn’t even know. Maverick’s parents were in there somewhere, and Mav was chatting up Isabelle near the bar.
He was smiling, he looked happy…and I was happy for him. Mav deserved the entire world. He had helped me through so much and secretly I had been hoping he would meet somebody nice. Though…I’m not sure how I feel about him chatting up my husband’s cousin. Alejandro noticed the two leaning against the bar and laughing with each other. He smiled and reached out for my hand.
“I’m glad they’re having fun,” he muttered.
“You’re not?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
He leant down, brushing his lips against my ear. “Ángel,
