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“Welcome,” I say.
She mumbles something I can’t make out.
“What was that?” I turn to go after her, but she kicks the door with the back of her heel and slams it in my face.
Drago climbs the steps and stands beside me, two paper bags in his hands. “Get the door, would you?”
I swing it open.
As he walks in, Cristina walks back out.
“Hey,” I say. “Where to?”
She’s by the bicycle, grabbing more groceries from the front basket. These she starts carrying toward the west wing, where she’s been staying. I take them and jerk my head. “In the house. Now.”
She flips hair over her shoulder, a clear sign she’s upset with me, but enters the kitchen in the main house.
Theshe’s not my girlfriendthing did it. Or was it calling her a fuck toy?
In the kitchen, Cristina and Drago work together to put away the groceries. Drago takes them out, and she puts them away. Once done, he reaches into his pocket and takes out a brown bag with a pink unicorn logo. He sticks his hand inside and pulls out a piece of twisted sour blue candy.
I recognize it immediately and extend my hand.
He puts it in my palm.
“How was the market?” I ask.
Drago shrugs. “Flooded with tourists.”
I open my mouth to bite into my candy when Cristina snatches it right out from under my nose.
“I’m making you lunch,” she says.
“I’m legit worried now.”
“You should be.” She rises on her toes to put things away, and that dress keeps riding up her legs. If it shows the curve of that fine ass, I’m going to make it so red, she won’t sit on it all day.
Drago disappears through the back.
“What’s your problem?” I ask her.
Cristina ignores me.
“I know you heard me,” I say.
“I did.” She closes the cupboard with more force than necessary. Not slamming it, but close enough.
“Then answer me.”
She pulls out a large plastic cutting board and dumps fresh fish into the sink. I peek into the sink to see what kind of fish she selected. The kind I like deep fried.
“Cristina,” I warn. “Why are you giving me attitude?”
She pulls on latex gloves, takes out a meat axe, grabs one fish, and chops off its head, all the while staring right at me.
“Pay attention so you don’t chop off your fingers.”
She does it again.
