Page 38 of What She Wants

Everything in me goes still as everything belatedly falls into place. They do look like the older and younger version of each other. What in the actual fuck? Turning, I make sure I give Marín the best stink eye I can muster while being shocked.

“You Costa Rican asshole,” I start but he’s already laughing. “Of course you’d think this is funny Mr. I Have all of His Albums.”

I punctuate every word with a poke to his chest.

“What?” Nico asks. There’s a half smile on his face while he remains stuck between amused and confused.

“Your little fan over here told me just last night that you were her Latin baby daddy.”

He and hisdadchuckle. If I weren’t about to die for mortification, I’d punch Marín.

“This is why you laughed for a good half hour? That would have been a good time to tell me, jerk!”

“You should have warned your fiancée, son.”

“Ex-fiancée,” I supply with a neck roll. “I’m now free, you beautiful, beautiful man.” I tell my supposed future father-in-law.

Nico’s eyes grow larger but shine with amusement. “Oh no, I’m not trying to come between my son and his woman.”

Marín puts his arm around me. My elbow to his side pulls a grunt out of him but he doesn't move.

“It’s okay, Papá. She breaks up with me daily.”

“Because you lie daily. Don’t try to paint me as the emotional one.” I wiggle out of his embrace so I can fold my arms and stare at him properly. “I see the problem, you’re a product of Satan and an Angel and you don’t know which side to play.”

“I hope I’m the angel in this scenario,” Nico Santigo muses.

I take time from glaring at his son to drop a hand on Nico’s firm bicep. “Yes, yes you are.”

“Well Satan was an angel so…”

My head snaps back to the traitor who wants to marry me and I cut off his sentence.

“WAS is the operative word here,” I gripe, annoyed with being blindsided. It also just highlights how little I know about a man I’m supposed to marry in ten days. He doesn’t respond, he simply narrows his eyes at me and I tilt my head silently telling him to jump if he’s feeling froggy.

Nico laughs and pulls us out of our staredown. “She’s a spicy one.”

Marín smiles like he’s proud of something. “I call her Chispa.”

Nico nods. “Spark is fitting.” He looks down at me. “You need every bit of your spark to deal with a Delgado I’m afraid.”

“I see that. Good thing I just ended it. It was lovely to meet you…”

“Just call me Santí . Santiago is actually my first name.”

I nod. “Santí .”

Then I back away, flashing both of my middle fingers at Marín.

I turn and see Sienna off to the side watching the interaction from our table. I wave but her eyes grow and her mouth falls open just before I feel a hand grab the back of my neck. Marín turns me to face him because he’s crazy.

“Unhand me, sir. You’re going to mess up my hair.”

He moves his hand only to run his fingers through my hair. “This is nice. I look forward to fucking it up.”

“You’ll do no such thing. I’m mad at you and being that I just remembered that I never stopped being mad at you from the last time, I’d say I’m double mad.”

He groans like I said something sexy. “Mmmm. Fight me then.”

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