Page 48 of Ignacio

Love me hard, love me fast, love me slow

Don’t walk away, please don’t let me go

I love looking at you, you’re so fine

Every touch sends chills down my spine

I’m in heaven when we’re all alone

And you whisper my name in that dark, sexy tone

That dark, that dark, sexy tone

At the end of the song, she was gripping the microphone and singing with a sultrier edge and emotional depth in her voice.

“Yes!” Lance’s hand shot in the air with blatant approval. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Taz slow-clapped. “Nailed it,” he said.

“I guess that was better?” Delta asked with a laugh, removing the headphones.

“I love how you gradually increased the intensity, and when you held the note at the end…” Lance kissed his fingertips.

“Sounds like we have what we need. Break time?”

“You’re allowed,” Lance said with a grin. He checked his watch. “Let’s meet back here at three-thirty?”

“Sounds good to me.” Delta exited the booth and watched Lance and Taz leave through the outer door.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey.” Ignacio pulled her into his arms, and she melted against the firmness of his chest, enjoying the way his mouth moved over hers in a slow, languid kiss.

One would think her appetite would be assuaged after they’d had sex multiple times in the past couple of weeks, but the opposite had happened. She craved him a hundred times more, and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, as if making up for all the years they had been apart.

“Mmm,” Delta said as she withdrew. Picking up her purse from the leather sofa, she asked, “What did you think of my performance?”

“I’m sure you know you did an excellent job. What’s the name of the song?” Ignacio guided her through the door with a hand at the base of her spine.

“Sexy Lover.”

“One of yours?”

“No, the record company gave it to me.” Delta slipped a pair of oversized designer sunglasses over her eyes. “Where are we going to eat?”

“A little Korean spot a couple of miles away. Randall and Ava are meeting us there.”

“Is it the dumpy-looking place?”

“That’s the one,” Ignacio confirmed.

“The food is so good there.”

They climbed into Ignacio’s Corvette, and he gunned the engine. Last night he told her his mother had invited her to Thanksgiving dinner. He expected an answer today, but she hadn’t yet decided what to do. Thankfully, he hadn’t brought up the invitation again.

Before pulling away, he spoke in a low tone to her. “Don’t be obvious, but do you see what I see across the street, at the brown brick building with theFor Leasesign?”

Delta turned her head ever so slightly. A figure lurked in the bushes in front of the building, their form obscured but not their presence. The trembling leaves gave them away, as did the unmistakable glint of sunlight bouncing off a camera lens.

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