Page 105 of Fall For Me
My leave was up. Not all of us can be rich like you.
Sighing, I glance back up at Jade. She stands there with her arms crossed, waiting for me to finish texting.
“Sorry, princess.” I say, placing my phone back down on the coffee table. “How about I make you a deal? You help me make breakfast and I’ll teach you how to play a game I played as a kid.”
“Yes!” She pumps her fist in the air.
“You just have to promise me one thing . . .”
“What?” Her little brows pinch together in question.
“When my family gets here tonight, you have to kick my brother’s butt at Loteria.”
Tomorrow’s game is against Anaheim, which means I’ll be playing against my brother. Our entire family is coming to watch us play, so everyone will be at my house tonight.
“I can do that!”
“Now you have to be careful. Matty cheats,” I warn her.
“So does Granny! I have experience.” She slaps my hand with a high five.
I have about five or six hours to teach her how to play so she can make Mateo her little bitch.
Thirty-One
Hannah
Laughter and loud voices, speaking in Spanish, hit me like a brick wall when I step into Sean’s foyer.
Dammit! I forgot his family was flying in today.
I kick the front door shut behind me, dropping my bag onto the entry table and my keys into the bowl. They land with a clink that nobody notices over the arguing.
“Loteria! Loteria! LO-TE-RIA!” Jade screeches from the other room.
“You cheated!” an unfamiliar voice accuses.
Rounding the corner, I catch Jade standing in a chair with her tiny hands planted on her hips, leaning over the table like she’s ready to throw down. “Did not!”
“Yes, you did,” a man with light tan skin and brown hair argues. “Junior was translating for you and telling you where to put your quarter.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Matt,” Sean laughs. “She doesn’t understand Spanish. You will soon though, won’t you, princess?”
“Yep. Seany’s gonna teach me,” Jade says.
I step farther into the room, and the conversations come to a dead halt. Every head turns, and all eyes fall on me as I head for my goddaughter. Ignoring the attention, I sneak up behind Jade, grabbing her around the waist and blowing raspberries into her neck while tickling her ribs.
“Are you cheating?” I tease.
She shrieks with laughter, squirming so hard I nearly lose hold of her. “No! I’m not a cheater!”
“Mi amor, you can’t be picking her up.”
I glance toward the kitchen and . . . holy shit.
Sean stands at the counter beside a woman I instantly clock as his mom. An apron dusted in flour hangs from around his neck while he presses dough flat with a rolling pin.
Why is making tortillas so fucking hot?
