“Penelope?” She looked at Romeo and wondered if he’d slept with her. Or if he’d wanted to. It shouldn’t matter. They were not going to get together. She had to stay focused with this man. He could not be anything to her but Mateo’s father.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little sick on the stomach. Think I need some water. And maybe raw fish isn’t the best bet tonight. Hmmm, you pick. I can’t even think.” About to walk past him, Romeo’s arm came out and circled around her gently as he held her hip, “I don’t know why she thought it was okay to leave something here. We only talked about Mateo’s room and while I was a squeaky, over excited moron about it, I don’t think I ever gave any impression to her I was interested.”
Penelope laughed at him, “Do you think I am stupid?” Romeo started to ask but
