Antonio’s POV

I had my reservations about leaving her alone in that boutique, reservations that kept crawling up my skin even as I drove through the city. Carlos was in the passenger seat continuously gauging my expression. He thought he was being slick about it, but his eagerness to see through the cracks of my armor was showing too well.

"You’re worried about her," he noted, leaving little to no room for me to argue or defend myself.

A muscle tensed in my jaw and I swerved on the road harder than necessary, the tires biting against the asphalt. Carlos moved unintentionally in his seat, forced to wedge himself with...