Presley looked at Liborio and then measured her next words carefully.
“You’re wrong, Liborio. I think you believe you’re saving me but you’re wrong.”
“You will see things differently in time.”
“Have you never said anything in a fit of anger you didn’t mean?”
“No.”
“Lucky you. I do it all the time. Do you know who else shoots their mouth off when they’re angry, frustrated, panicking?” She thought of Cruz earlier calling her a child and yelling at her and knew his fears for her were not faked. He loved her. This man sitting opposite her was never going to convince her otherwise. “Cruz does, Liborio. He’s a big man with big emotions and it is why he says things he doesn’t mean. I also know there isn’t a bone in his body which would truly hurt me.”
“He broke your arm when you were kids.
