Reckless Kiss

Now I’m not so sure. Now my intuition is twisting my stomach, and Beto returning to Plano the same day as Deacon feels like a bad omen.

He nods to where Lourdes is hustling Deacon out the door. “What’s up with the suit?”

“A local businessman.” I step between my brother and my friends. “Lourdes invites them to advise the residents on stuff.”

His brow lowers. “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” I force a laugh.

“We don’t need his kind here.”

“His kind?”

“Ivy league assholes. Easing their consciences handing out advice that only works if you’re white and privileged.”

My stomach is sick at this response, my voice quiet. Bad omen… “I know he means well. He does it for free.”

He studies me a little too long before easing up. “Nothing is free, mija. Somebody always pays.”

I don’t have time to argue before Lourdes rushes up to us.

“Beto!” She walks straight into a hug. “When did you get in town?”

“How you doing, Lor?” He gives her a one-armed hug.

“Why are you at the women’s shelter?”

“I came to get Carmie.”

“That’s not weird at all, is it Carm?” She makes a face at me and laughs.

My best friend’s superpower is diffusing tense situations. It’s what makes her perfect for her job here.

“Pot-stirrer.” He gives her shoulder a shove. “I’m taking care of Carmie now.”

He smiles at me proudly, and dread filters through my stomach.

“As a big brother should.” My bestie smiles, but she can sense my shift in mood. “So you’re back to stay?”

“I’m back to make things right.”

What the hell does that mean?

A strong hand closes over my shoulder. “You ready?”

“Sure… I have to be at my studio class at four—”

“Then we’d better get moving.” He starts for the door, speaking under his breath. “I don’t like you hanging out in this place.”

“I visit the girls and help Lourdes.”

He doesn’t respond, and I don’t know if he’s too far to hear me or if he doesn’t care.

Whatever. I turn to Lourdes. “Valeria’s killing the fatted calf for his homecoming meal. You should come for dinner.”

“I’ll try.” She hugs me, kissing my cheek. “I’ve got to finish up some paperwork, so I might be late.”

Leaning closer, I lower my voice. “What did Deacon say?”