Heriberto drew his weapon and Santiago kept a finger to his lips in warning while his other hand motioned for her to answer.
She moved to the door and leaned against it. “I don’t want to talk to you right now, Max.”
“Please. I don’t want to talk through the door.”
“I don’t want to talk at all, door or otherwise.” Her heart ached as she lied. She did want to talk. She wanted to open the door, throw herself in his arms and beg for his help.
“You want to go home because of Ollie, right?” he said, his voice sounding as if his forehead was resting on the door immediately behind where her head rested. “I should have known right away it wasn’t because of this new sister thing. Ollie was messaging you in the meetings this morning and she made you upset and –”
“Max, shut up,” she noted the lif
