Right now she was damn glad she wasn’t the prima-in-waiting. Otherwise, she would have suffered her cousin Marisol’s fate, would be a mindless vessel in Joaquin Escobar’s quest to replace the son he’d lost.
“We’re here,” Brandon said, somewhat unnecessarily, since he’d just pulled off the highway and into a gravel parking lot in front of a long, low wooden building.
Lucinda supposed he’d spoken up because the silence had become too uncomfortable even for him. “Oh, good,” she responded. “I was starting to get hungry.”
She really wasn’t all that hungry, but she figured that was a safe reply, and would also help justify the drive out here. It was late for lunch, but they’d planned it that way, to hopefully avoid some of the crowds. Even so, the parking lot was almost full; Brandon had to s
