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“Because I would wager you’re in love with them and you’re just being too proud to admit it. We’re independent Latina women. We go get what we want and we don’t take no for an answer.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “That’s not really how I do things.”
“If you’d have been raised in a Latina family it sure would have been.” Standing, she walked across the room and looked at the photos I had hanging on the walls. She pointed to one with my parents and me when I was twelve years old at Disneyworld. “That your folks?”
“Yeah.” A hint of pain struck me. It was an all-too-familiar bittersweet ache that I got whenever I thought about the people that I loved and lost way to soon.
“They look like good people.”
“They were,” I agreed, smiling. “They were wonderful parents.”
Spinning back around, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, so this is what you’re going to do. Gimme your phone.” Walking up to me, she extended her hand.
Grabbing my newly acquired cell phone from the nightstand, I passed it to her.
“Nice phone.” She opened the notes app and typed something in it before passing it back. “I just gave you the address where you’ll find your men. It’s the club house. Go there and get them back.”
Cringing, I placed the phone back down on the table. “I don’t know.”
“If you don’t then I’ll go there pretending to be you and get them back for you.”
“They’d see through that. You don’t even have the scar.”
“I’d make it work.” Frowning, she gave her head a shake. “You look like you’ve been laying on the sofa for a week.”
“I have.”
“Well, I hope you have some sexy clothes because we’re going to make you into a goddess and then you’re going to go see them.” She disappeared into my bedroom, leaving me trying to decide if I should follow her or tell her to forget it.
“I’m not sure.”
“Get in here sister dear. I don’t have all day.”
Groaning, I pushed myself off the sofa. Guess I didn’t have much to lose… Besides my dignity that was…
“What if they reject me?” I asked, making my way into the bedroom.
“They won’t.” Gabriella was so certain that some of her confidence rubbed off on me.
The only certain way to fail is to never try, I told myself.
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Phoenix
The ride today did me good. I’d been doing more riding over the past week then I’d done in a long time. There was something about feeling the wind rushing past you while on the bike that made me feel free. Admittedly, I’d driven past Lola’s complex several times since we’d dropped her off. Ash had as well, though he’d never admit it. We were turning into a couple of fucking stalkers.
Side by side Ash and I turned off the main road and onto the dirt road leading to the club house, kicking dirt up from under the tires as our bikes roared down the bumpy road. Five minutes later, we pulled into the yard.
Coming to a stop and kicking out the kickstand, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the black Impala parked in front of the garage. Undoing the strap, I slowly removed my aviator sunglasses and helmet, my eyes never leaving the car.
It was hers. It was my Lola – our Lola.
Swinging my leg over the bike, I dismounted, hanging my helmet onto one of the handlebars and shoving my glasses into the inside pocket of my vest. Chancing a glance over at Ash, I could tell he was as flabbergasted as I was. Had something happened?
As we approached the car, the driver’s door opened up and out stepped Lola. I stopped walking, dumbfounded by her beauty and the feelings I felt for her that I was desperately trying to tuck away until now. She looked stunning, wearing a pair of low-cut jeans and black button-down shirt that didn’t quite cover her midriff. Her make-up was meticulously applied accenting her rich, dark eyes.
My God she was a goddess standing there under the sunlight. Even the scar on her cheek, which was barely visible under the layer of foundation, added to her beauty.
