She felt his hooded gaze follow her every move, and when they accidently touched at lunch, his hand lingered on hers way too long. A brush of their bodies as they’d passed in the hall finally made her accept that no matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t going to succeed in looking the other way. He was there. They’d made love. They were probably going to do it again. Obviously sensing the tension between them, Reina came into the living room late that afternoon and announced she and Jonathan were going to a friend’s house for a few hours. The woman had a child Jonathan’s age, and she’d called unexpectedly asking if they’d like to come over and see their new puppy. Jonathan had begged to go, Reina explained with a knowing expression, and she didn’t have the heart to say no. Santos walked his sister and the little boy to the door then came back to where Rose sat, a magazine on her lap. She’d been trying to distract herself with it for half an hour.
