Later in the evening, as they laid in each other’s arms, Tara couldn’t help but voice out the question she had been wishing to ask ever since she got home, even if it might ruin the mood.
“What’s the deal?”
“What deal?” A perplex frown marred Antonio’s face at her question.
“You know,” she waved, “the deal you struck to get jail off the table for mom.”
“Oh, that deal,” he let out as a smirk broke on his face. “I made them drop it.”
“How?”
She was almost afraid of knowing the answer.
“Money, cariña,” he said simply. “They only wanted a settlement out of the hospital and for your mom to stop practicing.”
She let out an astonished “oh” at that.
“It is true that money cannot buy everything,” he let out in a somber tone, “but their silence was not that pricey. Silence comes eit
