Chapter 6

“Ah, sí. Okay, I’ll come, but only for a night or two, no more than that. Let me call my uncle and just tell him I am going to stay with a friend tonight. I do not want him to worry. He is almost like a father to me—my mother’s big brother, a good man and a kind one.”

Troy released his hold on Juan’s arm and slowed his pace while the other man pulled out his cell phone and made the call. Then they walked back to the lot where Troy parked his car, a four-year-old SUV he’d bought the first year he began working for his current employer. Despite how accustomed he was to being alone, it felt good to have Juan with him, Juan and that goofy dog. She perched on the armrest between them, studying Troy with beady, bright eyes. He could have sworn she winked at him.

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Juan skidded to a halt when Troy opened the door to his apartment and stepped back to gesture Juan inside. His grip on Burrito Belle tightened until she made a small whine of protest.