Chapter 93

A grin broke over his face, and she swore he was swaggering without moving an inch. "I will keep that in mind for next time." He laughed, his perfect, white teeth a breath-stealing contrast to his swarthy, golden-skinned face.

He must have sensed her thinning patience because he disappeared again, taking his unabashed nearly nakedness from view.

"Ah, come on, Perez! Would you make up your mind-visible, invisible-pick one. I'm trying to have a conversation here. You've already been AWOL for the past few days, and if we're going to succeed we need a plan to stop Espada, help put the ranch to rights, and get my ass back to 2014."

A heavy disembodied sigh whooshed from the empty space at her left shoulder. "Fine. You're no fun, you know that?"

So, she was supposed to be happy-go-lucky Marisol Sanchez, time-traveling justice bringer, potential sexual conquest, and a goddess' dancing monkey?

Screw that.