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crazy.”
    Dios mio. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.
    I remembered how he’d encouraged me to cup his balls and make him groan. Oh, I’d cup your balls for you now, baby , I thought. I could make you groan. I’d squeeze so hard they would hear you groaning in fucking Miami.
    “What about Magdalena?”
    I heard the catch in his voice. “Who’s Magdalena?”
    “You think I don’t know about her? Everyone says you’re in love with her.”
    “She doesn’t mean a thing to me.”
    “Say it like you mean it.”
    “I do mean it. She thinks she’s so fucking beautiful that all the boys will fall at her feet, but not me. She practically throws herself at me, sure. But did you see how vain she is? A man would have to be loco to fall in love with a girl like that. Besides, she doesn’t do it to me like you do. Not even close.”
    I thought I was going to be sick. But I couldn’t move from where I was hiding without giving myself away. So I stayed and heard the rest of it.
    “Does she kiss like me?”
    “She doesn’t do anything like you. I didn’t know what it could be like until I met you. You’re the only one I want.”
    “Have you slept with her?”
    “Before I met you, sure. She just lies there. But how could I want any other woman now that I know how good it can be with you? I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don’t want anyone else.”
    I heard someone calling Angel’s name from inside the house. He told his little slut girlfriend that they had to be getting back to the party and they hurried back down the path to the garden. After they had gone I stumbled from behind the pillar and sat down on the cosy little love seat where Angel had spouted all his lies a minute before.
    Then I put my head between my knees and was sick.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7

     
     
    And then I smelled cigar smoke.
    “Well, it seems I’m not the only one with a bad reputation.”
    I looked up. It was him .
    “Is it the canapés? I hope the oysters aren’t off. I just helped myself to a dozen.”
    I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and squinted into the sun. Reyes took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and passed it to me. I wiped my mouth and handed it back to him. He frowned and tossed it into the garden.
    I tried to recover. I tossed back my hair and crossed my legs, resting my arm on the seat as I had seen Jackie Kennedy do in “Life” magazine. “Just a little too much sun.”
    “You’ve just described Cuba. How long have you lived here?”
    He was mocking her. Well, what would you expect of a man like this? The last time God made a gentleman was back in my father’s day.
    “I saw you chasing that boy. Excuse me, but he doesn’t look anything special.””
    “I wasn’t chasing him.”
    “Of course you were. But I’d say you were a little late.”
    “I’d say you should mind your own business.”
    “They warned me you had a sharp tongue.” He took off his sunglasses, fixed me with his smile and held out his hand. “Reyes Garcia.”
    I ignored his hand. “I know who you are.”
    “Really? Have you been asking about me?”
    “No, I overheard some men talking about you. They said you were a traitor and a thief and a womanizer.”
    “And that’s just on a good day! You surprise me. I really thought no one liked me around here.”
    He looked so damned sure of himself. He was one of those men who never seemed to sweat. He was standing much too close, stopping me from making the grand exit I wanted to make.
    “Nice place,” he said, looking around. “Macheda says it’s been in the family for five generations. I’ve never been in one place longer than three months since I left school.”
    “Running from the police, or other women’s husbands?”
    He grinned. “Both. You’re Amancio Fuentes” daughter, aren’t you? Magdalena, isn’t it?”
    “How did you know my name?”
    “I made it my business to find out. You’re eighteen years old, an only child, and you’re