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ANTONIO
After taking good care of my girl until she lay spent, like a limp noodle, out of breath on the mattress, we walked down the white sandy beach under the indigo night sky and took a seat to watch the waves lap the shore beneath the moonlight.
“f*****g gorgeous.” I was referring to Daphne and the view.
The iguanas were another matter.
“They wouldn’t bother me if they were always slow.” I pointed to the cold lizards chilling on the patio under the stars. “It’s the short bolts of speed I can do without.” I was trying to bring a smile to Daphne’s lips after she’d asked me why her sister would double-cross the Sinaloa Cartel.
She repeatedly scrubbed her hand over her face and bounced her foot on her knee, signs she was still thinking about her. ”What are you thinking about, baby
