Catalina's eyes went wide, memories flooding in all at once.
"The Montoyas?"
Alejandro's smile faltered. He gave her a look. "Why that tone?"
"You're just telling me now. I'm not even ready," she murmured, cold sweat running down her back.
"Well." He rolled his eyes, same flat indifference in his voice. "Last I checked, that's why you're here."
Catalina took a slow breath. She was thinking about what it would be like to have dinner with the Montoyas again. Their territory. That coldness toward ordinary people. All of it made her tense.
Maybe this was the right moment to tell him about Javier. Before he found out on his own.
Alejandro moved quietly toward the water dispenser, poured himself a glass, leaned against the wall and watched her. Not obviously. But she felt it.
She always
