Angela shot daggers at the closing elevator, so furious with Diego that he would make such a suggestive comment. She knew that on some level he must be threatened by the idea that she had a new man in her life. He shouldn’t have faked his death then, she thought uncharitably.
Unfortunately, she was now alone with a seething Christian. With resignation, she led them into the apartment and shut the door.
Christian looked around to see Diego’s things piled up in the corner of her small dining room. In addition to the two duffel bags, he’d also brought a few boxes of assorted things.
“Your cousin is just visiting?” he asked apprehensively.
“He’s actually planning to move here,” she lied quickly. “He just needed a place to stay while he looks for apartments.” The lie came out so easily, Angela felt concerned. She didn’t like the idea that she was becoming the kind of person who could come up with a convincing lie on the spot.