Chapter 193

With greedy hands, she grabbed it. “I need privacy.”

Why? She and Valeria mostly spoke Spanish. He couldn’t understand ninety-five percent of what she said, but after tonight, he wasn’t ready to trust Laila. “Talk here or not at all.”

Laila muttered something under her breath he’d bet was less than polite, but she settled back against the seat and dialed her sister.

Trees fired up the RV and glanced at the clock. “Ten minutes.”

Then she needed to rest. Tomorrow, she and her sister could talk more. Laila wouldn’t like the restriction, but she would learn he was a man of his word.

As Valeria answered the call, he headed the fuck out of Orlando, trying not to listen to the sisters’ murmured conversation. Until tears began to spill down Laila’s cheeks. Oh, her voice sounded upbeat, but she was fucking crying. He didn’t know what the two of them were saying, but if Valeria was upsetting her, that was a big hell no for him.

He was shutting that shit dow