I shoved my face into his chest, wrapped my arms around his waist and bawled like a baby.
And I didn’t care who saw that either.
Finally, I said into his chest between sobs, “After this, if I cry again, shoot me.”
“No f**kin’ way,” was Hector’s (unhelpful, in my personal opinion) response.
I looked up at him. “Seriously, Hector, shoot me! My mascara’s ruined! It’s going to take me hours to unpuff my eyes enough to put makeup on again!”
Through my watery, mascara-clogged eyes, I watched his brows draw together. “You want me to shoot you because your mascara’s ruined?”
“Yes!” I cried.
He burst out laughing.
“I’m not being funny!” I wailed, smacking him on the shoulder.
Hector’s head descended and he gave me a light kiss on my quivering lips.
His mouth moved away half an inch and he said, “Mi cielo, you’re hilarious.”
“Holy crap, we need a party,” Ally announced behind my back before I could retort and I turned in Hector’s arms.
“You’re partying at my gig tonight. Bring Sadie,” Stella put in.
“We’ll all put on sparkles!” Daisy shouted.
“Oh shit, white man rock ‘n’ roll and sparkles. Fuck,” Shirleen muttered.
“Pre-gig margaritas and girlie dress up at the loft!” Ava declared.
“I’ll get Nick to babysit,” Jules threw in.
“I’ll bring my guac and chips,” Jet offered.
“Rock on!” Indy shouted.
“You got that right, sister,” Roxie added and, for some bizarre reason, they all burst into fits of giggles.
Hector stopped laughing and murmured, “Fucking hell.”
I looked up at him, not crying anymore, and whispered (with a small tremor in my voice), “I think I’m in trouble.”
At that, Hector’s head bent to look at me and, slowly, he smiled.
Chapter Eighteen
Eighties Rock Video Bimbo
Sadie
“Yeah?” Luke’s voice sounded over the security speaker by the elevator to his and Ava’s loft.
“It’s Hector and Sadie,” Hector replied.
My heart clenched at those words.
He said, Hector and Sadie.