Chapter 17

“Come on, sexy, let’s get your drink,” I said, still holding Miguel’s hand. We walked toward the secluded barroom and stepped inside. I found Mirna and Carlos sitting across from each other at a four-seated table against the right-hand wall opposite from the bar counters where it blocked the view of the dancefloor. She chatted away with a beautiful smile, one that I needed to see for the night, and Carlos’ interest in her was obvious. They looked like they were having a deep conversation with so much focus on each other, their drinks not even halfway done. Still, I felt warm for her on the inside, and I prayed it would last the entire night before she’d most likely wake up depressed again.

Miguel and I waited in one of the multiple lines to order drinks, and he tightened his hand in mine. “So, I’m sexy now, huh?”