Fortunately, my father and Lucille were on their best behavior, and Santiago was a real charmer, even offering to help my dad with a fencing project at our farmhouse when Dad mentioned what he was up to in terms of projects.
“I’m a master with a fence puller,” the sheriff said, and I could almost see my dad swoon.
It was only when we were leaving and Sawyer let Santiago strap him into his car seat again that Lucille leaned over to whisper, “Va Va Voom, Pais. You go, girl.”
The blush on my face could probably have set the sun afire, but fortunately, Lucille distracted Santiago by handing him a cake carrier and saying, “Pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting. For the department.”
Santiago beamed and immediately put the cake carrier on the car, took off the lid, and ran his finger throug
