Penelope felt like she was in a dream.
Or a nightmare.
Mateo’s father. She couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t expected it.
Looking at him closely and seeing every hint of likeness as they talked and colored together, she pretended to read. But as Mateo asked Romeo, “What do you like to do when you’re home?” she listened as the deep timber listed, “Well I run a business that is wine and li-...grown up juice?”
Mateo laughed at the description, and she almost had a smile until she reminded herself, he was the enemy and under monitor.
Only he wasn’t.
Romeo was Mateo’s father and it showed as he told the kid fondly, “At the vineyard, we plant, harvest, and then take barrels to mature. It’s going to be fun to have you on a go cart helping to bring in the collections of the day.”
Mateo
