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Abril glanced up at the stars overhead. “I love this place. It’s mine. Always has been, always will be, but they’ve changed it over the years. And now, they want to give me to someone who will take me away from it.”

“Your arranged marriage to the García man?”

“Mmm.”

Her hum was the only agreement to his question.

Chris didn’t mind.

“Do you have the capability to take the two out of here?” Abril asked.

“Within reason.”

“What reason?”

“Time to get it done.”

“I need the night to do what I have to,” Abril said, “and I’m sure it’ll then give you some time, as you say you need.”

“How?”

The woman smiled at him.

Coldly.

“How about you follow along, Christopher? Things always go better when someone just does what I tell them to.”

“You haven’t told me anything yet.”

Abril nodded. “By the morning, you’ll have everything you need to do what you have to.” The woman picked up the wine glass at her side and winked as she tipped it up for a drink. After, she let the stem dangle from the tips of her fingers as she asked, “Do you know in English my name means April?”

“I didn’t.”

“Have you heard the saying—about the showers, and the flowers?”

Chris’s brow furrowed. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Do you know it?”

“Sure. April showers bring May flowers.”

Abril grinned wickedly. “I think it’s about time for some rain.”

What did that mean?

He still wasn’t even sure he should trust this woman, but what choice did he have?