There was nothing Antonio loved more about Tara than her spontaneity. She was herself with nearly everyone - from him to his men, from her friends to her foes. He truly had fallen hard for the once spoiled girl who had now grown into a fine woman, and he could not imagine his life without her in it.
When she told him that she wanted to make him proud, he wanted to hug her tightly and kiss her senseless but he knew she needed reassurance. And thus, he gave her what she needed, told her the words she needed to hear, before suggesting softly, "Should we go home, carina?"
Her response couldn't have been sweeter if she tried. "You are my home," she said matter-of-factly.
"You flatter me, mi reina," he smiled at her in response.
Before she had the chance to say something, there was a kno
