The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(39)

He laughed at that. “Maybe you wouldn’t like the way I do it.”

“Maybe I would,” she countered. “Maybe I would like it a lot.”

Co?o.

Chuito had to take a shuddering breath. His cock got harder at the way it sounded when she said it, with that teasing catch in her voice. He was saved from having to say anything when Wyatt pushed the door open.

Chuito rolled onto his stomach and turned his head to look at him. “What?”

“Are you ready? Jules went to get done up. I told her we’d meet her at the club. There’s a place at the other hotel. We’ll walk. She’ll take a cab.”

“You want to go to a club? Really?” Chuito gave him a wide-eyed look of horror. “Do you dance?”

“Yeah, I dance.” Wyatt gestured to himself. “You think I can’t dance?”

“I—” Chuito opened his mouth in stunned disbelief. “I don’t—” He shook his head. “I just didn’t—”

“I guarantee you it’s a line-dancing place,” Alaine said into his ear and then giggled. “I promise. Ask him.”

Chuito narrowed his eyes at Wyatt. “What kinda club?”

“It’s a country-western club.”

Alaine burst into giggles on the phone.

“No,” Chuito told him. “I’m not going line dancing with you.”

“It’s not only line dancing,” Wyatt argued. “It’s all kinds of dancing, and they have a mechanical bull if you don’t want to dance. I’ve been there a dozen times. You’ll like it. They got burgers and peanuts and beer.”

“Wyatt, no,” Chuito told him firmly. “I cannot be seen in some cowboy club the night I win a title belt. My people will disown me.”

“Well, what kinda club were you thinking of?”

“A Latin club,” Chuito countered. “Don’t you think, if I’m going out, I should represent?”

“Does that matter?”

“Yes, it matters. If you want to go dancing, it’s got to be a Latin club.”

Wyatt considered that for a long time before he shrugged. “I’m sure I could do that. This is your night. You’re supposed to enjoy yourself. If you wanna go to a Latin club, I’m game. Jules will probably love it. Is there food?”

“No, probably not. We just dance.”

“Not even snacks? Quesadillas or something?”

“Carajo,” Chuito cursed as he looked at Wyatt, still wearing his Cellar shirt from the fight and faded jeans. “You have to change, Wyatt. Normal clubs in Vegas have dress codes. Do you have something nicer to wear?”

“You just won a title belt.” Wyatt looked at him pointedly. “We’ll get in.”

“Oh my God.” Alaine laughed on the phone. “Please tell me you’re gonna take video of this.”

Chuito laughed with her. “I’ll take video. We’ll make him salsa.”

“Do you salsa?” Alaine still sounded very amused.

“I’m Boricua. Knowing how to salsa is built into my genetics.” He grinned. “Sí, I salsa, mami.”

“I wish I could salsa with you,” she whispered, suddenly nostalgic. “I want to see you dance.”

“We’ll dance,” he promised her. “You want to dance. I can dance. I’ll do that for you.”

“Okay.” She sounded pleased. “Go have fun.”





Chapter Fifteen


Garnet County


June 2011

It was raining the day Alaine graduated.

Not a mild rain either, but one of those really violent storms that were a bit early for the start of June. If she were superstitious, she would worry that it was a bad sign.

Fortunately, she wasn’t superstitious.

She was in a very good mood as she sat in the passenger seat of Chuito’s new car, fighting with getting her robe off as they made the drive from Mercy back to Garnet. Taylor Swift played on the radio, blending with the swish, swish, swish of the windshield wipers.

“My hair,” she complained as she tossed her robe into the backseat. She pulled down the visor and looked at herself in the mirror. “Oh my God, Chu. I look awful.”

“You look fine.”

“No.” She rubbed at the mascara under her eyes that had run at some point. “I look like you after a fight.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“What are you complaining ’bout? You look sharp in that suit. I’m the mess.” She laughed as she turned up the radio. Then she leaned down and picked up her purse. “I like this song.”

“I noticed. I hear you singing it in the shower.”

“It’s a love story,” she explained as she used a makeup-remover cloth to clean her face. “I like love stories.”

He sighed. “I know.”

“Are you gonna buy me dinner?” she asked as she sent him a grin. “Sit next to me at Hal’s and everything.”

“I dunno about that.”

“Like a date,” she teased.

“I’m not going on a date with you,” he said with a snort of disbelief. “If your father doesn’t shoot me, Jules will. That man hates me. I can feel it every time I pass him. He hasn’t said a word to me since I moved here, but I can tell he hates me.”