Page 36 of Brazilian Revenge

“It can work for us, too, you know.” She tossed him a glance over her shoulder. “However we do it.”

A rush of blood pounded through his veins. “Does that mean you’re accepting my terms?” He hated the anticipation in his voice.

She stretched to her full height and opened her mouth slightly. Folding her arms over her chest, she drew in a breath and said at last, “This means I’m positive we’ll find a solution. It can be my solution, yours, or another magical one that will show itself soon.”

That’s good enough for now. “Understood. I’ll let you rest. See you soon for lunch.”

He left her room and entered his. Even though it was next door, the fuzzy, warm sensation disappeared. His space seemed a lot more sterile than in the past, even though the large bed, the bronze accents, and the patterned rugs over the travertine tile all remained the same. Even the car magazines were all nicely stacked in a magazine rack. Nothing had changed. So why did he feel like he wanted to knock on her door even though he had nothing relevant to say?

Babies. Women got pregnant, and could blame it on the hormones. What was his excuse? He took a quick shower, and when he was drying himself off, he heard his cell phone ring. Recognizing Ulisses’s number, he accepted the call and lifted the device to his ear. “What’s new?”

“I traveled to Maranhão like you instructed me, to personally look into what kind of life Harry Clemonte led. He hasn’t been back ever since. I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

Leonardo cleared his throat. “Tell me.”

“Jacinta is dead.”

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