“What?”
“Your face! It looks worse than last night.” I felt the tenderness on my eye and lip and knew Claire’d given me a doozy of a shiner.
I grabbed a silver pan off the counter and turned it over and caught my reflection on the back and sure enough, it looked worse. In addition to a black eye and a slightly fat lip I had nail marks streaked down my cheek, too. Great.
We were expected at my family’s or what was left of it for dinner today. Rosita’s face changed and I didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know she was thinking I deserved it.
“Where is she?” I asked, leaning out to see by the pool.
Rosita shook her head blankly, “She’s not up yet.”
“She’s what?” The look on my face made her blanch.
I practically flew to the front door and hollered for Marco and Nino, the guys on patr
