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Sausage. Spices. Pasta. Mmm, it smelled good.
Pilar grinned in her sleep, surprised and thrilled that her brother was cooking. Juan was always happy to let her do it all. She never minded, though. She was just happy to have him with her again.
She rolled over and looked at the clock, then jolted upright. Her clock wasn’t on her nightstand because her nightstand wasn’t there. The room she was in had wood paneling instead of soft gray paint. There was a metal shelf with sheets and a bin of toiletries instead of a dresser full of her clothes.
Her dresser. The one with the cactus flower in it. Carlos. It wasn’t a nightmare. Well, it was, but it was also her reality.
Which meant Juan wasn’t the one cooking cajun sausage and pasta. It was her new roommate and protector. Her sexy new roomm
