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I—”
    “Tiffany, you’re not the one that should be apologizing. If you’re going to do it, you don’t do it when I’m around to have to listen to it.”
    “I’m going to start dinner before your mom drops Lucí off. Kammy, you can take whatever you need, but you have to know we aren’t the same size.”
    “You buy your dresses too long. They’ll still fit me. I was going to mention that actually. You’re not old yet. You should buy some clothes that fit you better.”
    “My clothes fit.” 
    “They do. I meant in a hotter kind of way.”
    She laughed. “I’m an accountant and a mom. I can’t look like J Lo.”
    “Umm… you have lots of inches to spare before you get to J Lo,” I said.
    Tiffany looked to Luke.  
    He smiled and shrugged. “You dress conservatively. I like that. I like that your smile was the first thing I noticed about you and is probably the first thing other people notice, too. But you do have inches to spare.”
    Her eyes traced back to me. She hesitated for a moment then said, “Do you want to go shopping this weekend?”
    “Sure.” This was the first time in years she’d tried to have anything to do with me. “I have something to do tonight. I’m going to get ready.”
    Enrique showed up at 6:30 sharp, but he was opening the door as he knocked.
    “Enrique, you’re in time for dinner,” Luke chuckled.
    “I’m not hanging around tonight,” Enrique’s eyes scanned me up and down. “You’re overdressed.”
    All I had to change into was yesterday’s clothes, which was still a skirt.
    “What did you have in mind?” I tucked a strand of hair back in my clip.
    “Dinner, but we’re on a motorcycle,” he said.
    “Oh.”
    “Oh?”
    “You didn’t strike me as the motorcycle type.” I smiled.  
    “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
    “I like bikers, but I’m not wearing enough hairspray for a helmet.” 
    It caught me off guard, the way Enrique was being so obvious. I was under the impression he didn’t want anyone to know about this. About me. I couldn’t say I blamed him. His brother did have a low opinion of me.
    Enrique looked at Luke. “I need your keys.” That really surprised me. Not only was he not hiding this, he was going to tell Luke.
    “You know where they are. No drinking if you’re driving my car, and don’t stay out all night.”
    “ Sí, Papá.”  
    “Don’t be a smartass.”
    “ Sí, Papá.”  
    Luke glared at him.
    “Are you ready,  princessa ?” Enrique asked.  
    “Yeah.”
    He grabbed Luke’s keys off a nail behind the door and took my hand.
    “Enrique?” Luke called.
    “ Sí?”  
    “Think with the right body part.”
    “Lucas.”
    “Don’t Lucas me. Just use your head.”   
    Enrique dropped my hand and turned to face his brother. “Luke, if you have a problem with what I’m doing, tell me later.”
    “Count on it.”
    Once we were in the car he said, “I’m sorry about my brother.”
    “It’s okay. It’s not like he’s ever hidden how much he hates me.”
    “I don’t think Luke hates you.”
    “Really?”
    Enrique shook his head. “He takes things that happen to Tiffany personally. I can’t really blame the guy for that. I’d never seen him so happy before he came back from Cancun with that brunette on his arm.”
    If Luke was right to hate me, why was Enrique here? “This isn’t going to work.”
    “What’s not going to work?”
    “Whatever we’re doing.”
    “Why not?”
    I looked straight ahead at the road. “Your brother already hates me, and you think he’s right to. I’m not saying either one of you is wrong. But I think it’s better to start over with someone who hasn’t had a preview of my sordid past.”
    He flicked his eyes at me before looking at the road again. “Hold up,  chica.  I didn’t say Luke was right to hate you. I actually don’t think he does. I said I couldn’t blame him for getting so upset about things that happen to Tiffany. He did marry