Page 119 of Cavern of Silence
I'm going to be Mrs. Ryker McCarthy.
"I don't care about the ring."
Cockiness fills his face. He squeezes my ass. "You're getting one. Everyone is going to know this fine ass is no longer available for consults."
I laugh. "Consults?"
"Plastic surgery appointments."
"You know I was blabbing from nerves and kidding, right?"
"I think it's cute when you blab."
"Cute?"
"Mm-hmm." He kisses me again. "If you blab in customs, make sure it's about me."
"Funny."
He digs into his backpack and pulls out our passports. "Here you go, Yolanda."
"My name is Yolanda?"
His expression chances to amusement. "Yep. You're from Mexico. Study the details in this. You need to know them."
"What's your name?"
He gazes at the passport. "Harold, from the U.S."
"Harold? You do not look like a Harold."
"Guess you can call me Harry for my nickname."
I cover my mouth.
"What?"
"You don't look like a Harry, either."
He raises his eyebrows. "You didn't ask me about my last name, but you should be able to memorize it easily."
"What is it?"
"Halo."
"Is that a joke?"
"Nope."
"Harry Halo?"
He shrugs.
"Like a hairy angel?"
His lips twitch. "Is there such a thing?"
"Who thinks of these names?"
