Come What May - L.K. Farlow Page 0,32
pressed firmly to his chest.
“Qué bueno,” he murmurs roughly into my hair.
In this moment, I don’t care that I don’t know what he said, or that I’m still mad at him. All of that takes a back seat as I sink into him and let the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heart soothe all of my hurts.
It physically pains me to pull away from him, but I do. “Thank you, Mateo. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“There’s one more thing.”
“What?” I practically shout my question, because after the new look of the shop and the new sign, I can’t wait to see what’s next.
“Inside; let’s go.”
He fishes his keys from his pocket and slides the key into the lock, turns it, and opens the door. I go to move past him, but he lays a hand on my shoulder, halting my progress.
From behind me, he whispers, “Close your eyes.”
He’s so close to me I can smell his mind-altering scent. He’s as mouthwatering as ever, but somehow, here in the dark, he’s more tempting than ever.
“Why?” I whisper back, my heart thundering in my ears.
He leans in closer, dipping his head low enough that his lips brush the shell of my ear. “It’s a surprise, mariposita.”
“Okay, they’re closed.”
“Are they?” He reaches his left hand around and presses it palm down over my eyes. My pulse jumps in response to his touch. “Good. On my count. One… two… three.” I feel him lean over to flip the light switch. “Now!”
I open my eyes and take in a massive red decal that matches the signage he ordered, along with the words “it’s what you do while you’re alive that matters” on the wall we painted white.
“This is too much.” I try to wipe away my tears, but it is a fruitless effort, as more keep falling. “You buying the place was a godsend, but the care you’re taking, the way you’re truly including me and honoring my dad—Mateo, I… don’t know what to say.”
“Shh.” He once again wraps me in his strong arms. “You don’t need to say anything.”
I shake my head, undoubtedly covering his shirt with my tears and snot; I am not a pretty crier. “I do, though. Honestly, there’s no way I can ever repay you. You’ve… you’re a good man, Mateo Reyes.”
He releases me and steps away, shooting me a cocky grin. “The best,” he challenges, all cocky-like, lightening the mood.
“Yeah, the best.”
He pretends to dust his shoulder off. “I do what I can.”
I don’t know why, but it feels like his words have a double meaning. It’s probably my emotionally overwhelmed brain reading too far into things, but it feels like more.
All of this does.
Helping me, buying the shop, the name and décor—it’s too much. Far more than an acquaintance would do. More than a friend would do, even. These things, they have an intimate quality to them; one that didn’t hit me until now.
Suddenly, I find myself examining every interaction we’ve had in a new light.
Did he ride in like a noble knight and rescue me at the fair because of his friendship with my dad, or was there something more at play?
I didn’t think anything of it when I woke up in his bed—not really. But now…
My mind races faster than a Mustang at the drag strip.
His nickname, his kindness, our kiss.
Holy shit. I thought it was only a physical thing, but he actually does have feelings for me!
“What’s got you looking like your brain is melting?”
I swallow roughly. Go figure, the first guy to be interested in me for more than claiming my V-card has me so firmly in the friend zone, I may as well be a dude.
“Just a little stunned,” I answer honestly.
Mateo nods like he understands. But how could he, when we’re talking about two different things. He thinks I’m referring to the shop, when really, I’m overwhelmed by him.
I want so badly to tell him how I feel—to confess that I want him, too. But he made it clear after our kiss that he had no interest in exploring anything further between us.
And I have to be okay with that. I’ll show him day in and day out how much I appreciate all he’s done for me. I’ll be the best damn friend and employee possible… even if I break my own heart in the process.
Chapter Fourteen
Mateo
“Are you excited?” Desi asks me as she shovels cereal into her mouth.
Absentmindedly, I nod. It’s