Three days.
He was this jealous of Pedra after three days and a hand job. The thought of returning to Puebla with Miguel to attend the wedding hurt his heart. He felt actual pain in his chest. And then it would only get worse. The birth of their first child. The baptism. The trips to Mexico to visit the baby. If he stayed with Miguel, he would have a front row seat to every single milestone in Anton’s relationship with Pedra.
Maybe he deserved that sort of punishment.
“Do you think Miguel will be okay with that?”
Mason blinked. He had no idea what she was referring to.
At his obvious confusion, Pedra smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I just want this fiesta to be perfect, that’s all.”
Mason returned her smile, though it felt thin. “Maybe you’re rambling a little bit. Would Miguel be okay with what?”