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Nick stood in the corner of Ida’s living room and watched the couple chatting up a storm. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the man with arms the size of tree trunks standing so close to Mel.
The longer he stared, however, the more upset the sight made him. It was sad, really. Nick should be celebrating.
He had been the one to find Mateo, though it was in a rather unexpected place.
Mateo had vented his frustrations about his pretty tutor to Nick more than once, so when he’d docked up at Abigail Palacio’s house, or more accurately, her family’s mansion, he was surprised to find Mateo there as calm and cool as usual.
As if he hadn’t disappeared last night.
As if he hadn’t worried his foster mother half to death.
As if his soon-to-be foster father hadn’t scoured Belize City looking f
