Brenda leaned into Antonio, looking up to his clinically detached face.

“ You used to love it when I showed unannounced,” she purred, “ Now you barely look at me.”

Antonio’s jaw flexed as he took a step back. His gaze dropped to her hand, still lingering on his arm.

“ Don't touch me like that again.”

‘Oh yes. He doesn't like being touched, but not always in this setting.’

She thought to herself as she blinked, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“ Oh, come on, Antonio. Don't act like you don't miss us.”

He looked down on her, eyes dark and unreadable.

He pulled his arm away...