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Rafael grimaced. “That would be Faith.”
She hit a high note and all three men startled.
“It sounds like a cross between a cat in heat and a pig being slaughtered,” Alejandro said.
Actually, he thought it sounded worse.
They’d just been to deal with Eric. That asshole didn’t deserve to live after what he’d done to his baby. No one touched his girl and lived. But they couldn’t take out Eric just yet. Not when Cammie would be suspicious.
So Eric was going to leave a trail. He was going to call Cammie to tell her he was leaving town. And then in a couple of weeks . . . Eric would disappear for good.
Reuben walked toward the noise even though his body was telling him to run away. That a noise like that wasn’t natural.
Cat ran toward Alejandro as soon as she saw him, launching herself at him as Faith butchered the song she was singing.
“Papi! You’re here! I’ve missed you.”
Alejandro grinned down at her. “Mi Pequeña. I see you’ve been having fun.”
She threw her arms up in the air and nearly propelled herself out of his hold. “So much fun!”
“Careful,” Alejandro warned, tightening his hold on her as Faith started bouncing around, completely oblivious to them all.
This wasn’t good. How could she not have noticed them enter? Is this what she was always like when she drank?
“How much have you had to drink?” Alejandro asked Cat.
What the hell was Faith doing? Was she trying to dance? His heart stopped as she dropped low and then stood again, nearly toppling over.
The movements she made with her hips . . . they were for his eyes only.
“Not much, Papi!” Cat exclaimed.
Reuben picked up a half-full bottle of tequila.
“Hey, that’s ours, Rocking-Reuby.”
Dear Lord. Her names for him kept getting worse.
“Catarina,” Alejandro said in a stern voice.
“Papi,” she said in the same tone.
“Did you steal that from me?”
“Papi, how can it be stealing when what’s yours is mine?”
“Hmm.” Alejandro sat his wife onto his hip. “And does that go both ways? Is what’s yours mine?”
She gasped. “Papi, are you trying to steal Roger?”
“Just trying to figure out the finer points of this arrangement. Do you know how much that tequila cost?”
“Does it matter?” Cat asked.
Not to Reuben. He walked toward Faith as she started running her hands down her body.
No. Nope.
