Chapter 100

Mari was keeping secrets. She was also the one woman who could make him lose nearly all reason in the span of mere moments. He knew, even before their arousing, utterly unforgettable interlude behind the barn, there were things about her he couldn't nail down. Now he knew she couldn't be trusted. But, God, he wanted to. He wanted to believe she needed help, that she needed protecting, that the strange, powerful attraction they felt for one another wasn't just a fluke or passing fancy. He wanted to believe...he wanted to believe that after everything with La Rosa Negra was settled, when those desperadoes were finally strung up and burning in hell, that he and Marisol could explore their attraction.

Would she want that too?

He swore, lighting up the room with verbal outpouring of his frustration and uncertainty.