“Why do you have eyes on Ride?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
This was true. Not only did I not need to know, I didn’t want to know.
“Okay, you made your point,” I told him. “Can we get on to the good news?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “The good news is, the fire was contained to the living room. My brother works for the DFD; he’s been to the scene this morning and reports your laptop is all right.”
He had a brother? He had a mother who was a nut who named him a somewhat unusual but definitely cool name and a brother who was a firefighter?
I was finding it difficult to process all this information coming at me – a year and a half and nothing but nocturnal visits and multiple orgasms and now all of this.
“You have a brother?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Do you have any other siblings?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“What? A sister? Brother? Two? Twelve?” I pressed.
“Another brother,” he answered.
Good God. There were three Italian, Cuban, Puerto Rican male Delgados roaming the earth. How did I not know this? As a woman, I should have instinctually felt their presence.
“Where are you?” I continued my interrogation.
“What?” he asked.
“In the lineup, where are you? Firstborn, middle, last?”
“First.”
Shit, no wonder he was bossy. The firstborn of three boys.
“Babe, did you hear what I said about your laptop?” Hawk called.
I blinked and looked at him.
Then I asked, “What are their names? Falcon and Eagle?”
His dimples popped out then he shared, “My name is Falcon.”
“Your name is Hawk.”
“No, babe, my middle name. Falcone.”
I blinked again. “Your middle name is Falcone?”
“I told you my mother was a nut.”
“What is that? Italian?”
“Yep.”
“So what are your brother’s names?”