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Delta danced away, laughing. “Where exactly are you planning to lick me?”

“My favorite spot,” he purred.

Her eyes widened. “You’re so nasty.”

“Ven acá, mujer.” He reached for her.

“No!” Delta slapped his hands away and took off running.

“Come here, let me lick you!” Ignacio jumped up and raced after her.

Her squeals and laughter echoed through the house as she fled, and Ignacio bounded up the stairs after her in hot pursuit.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amazing.

Reclining on the chaise lounge in the reading nook of the owner’s suite, Delta hugged the script to her chest and sighed.

Wronghad elicited a deeply emotional response from her—not only because of the wrongful conviction and the time Gideon spent in jail but also because of the fight to clear his name. The rekindled relationship between him and his ex, Samantha, and his connection with the son he had never known were particularly poignant. She was eager to see how Ignacio would bring those moments to life on the big screen.

Standing, she stretched her hands above her head. She had been sitting for a long while. The script had been as engrossing as a novel, and she hadn’t wanted to stop until she reached the very end. With the pages held against her body, she went down the hall to Ignacio’s office and knocked before entering. Crystal sat cross-legged on the sofa with her iPad while Ignacio sat in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk.

Before he could ask her opinion, Delta said, “Wrongis a masterpiece.”

“Wow,” Crystal said.

“A masterpiece?” Ignacio sounded doubtful, but his face said he was very pleased by the compliment.

“It’s such a great story,” Delta said, placing the pages on his desk.

“But…” Ignacio prompted.

She hesitated, searching for the right words. “At first, I didn’t understand what you meant by saying something was missing. I loved everything. The dialogue, the characters are complex and likable, and the antagonists create great friction and external conflict. I swear, I wanted to strangle the guard and Samantha’s father! As it’s written, I think the script would make a great film, but I agree—something is missing, and I think I know what it is.”

Crystal sat forward.

“What?” Ignacio dropped his feet to the floor.

“You need a twist. Something to shock the audience at the end.”

“A twist,” he said slowly. Then he nodded and sprang to his feet. “You’re right. Everything ties up too neatly.”

“Exactly.”

Stroking his jaw, he paced the room. “A twist. What could it be?” he murmured.

Crystal stifled a yawn, but Ignacio heard her.

“Crystal, go home,” he said.

“Huh? No, I want to help.”

“You’ve done enough, and you’re flying to Amsterdam to pick up that package for me tomorrow. Go.”

“But—”

“Go.” Ignacio’s voice was firm and authoritative, a tone he seldom took with Crystal.

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