✿ Aileen's POV
I shake my head.
“I can't believe you talked me out of putting that old hag in her place,” I say from the recliner as Hernan walks out of the house to the poolside
He sighs and pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head.
“You'll thank me later.”
I doubt it
“Is she gone?”
He shakes his head and looks down at me.
“She said she's not leaving until she speaks to her son.”
God.
I sit up and Hernan arches a brow at me.
“And where are you going?”
“To make her leave obviously” I frown, standing up.
“No, you're not” he stops me by taking hold of my forearm.
I groan and twist my arm from his grasp. Then I begin to pace.
“Why the hell not?!”
He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.
“Look, Lee...” he glances at the house, “I can't let you hit her. It's a miracle she hasn't called the cops on you for ruining her jewelry. If I allowed you to hit her, you'd be in jail by now.”
“Well next time let me hit her” I frown, “Then you can bail me out later.”
“Lee.”
I shake my head.
“I refuse to let her have the last laugh, Hernan. No, no, no.”
He sighs for the umpteenth time.
“Just calm down and sit, okay? Take a swim if you want to. Just relax.”
I stop pacing and round on him.
“How are you so calm?” I ask, “She called you by the wrong name... twice!”
Hernan chuckles.
“Well, at least this time she got the first letters right. One time she called me Joaquin.”
Unbelievable.
I sigh.
“Don't let her get to you, Lee. If she sees that, then the more she'll do it. Just ignore her.”
I bob my head.
“Fine. But I promise you, if I hear one more negative word about my parents from her mouth, I swear to God, I'll—”
Suddenly the door that leads to the poolside opens and I turn to look so fast that I manage to lose my balance. My foot slips on something and I feel myself fall for about three seconds until firm arms wrap around my waist. With my head about two inches from the pool, I look up at the sliding door. Through my upside-down vision, I see Reid standing there, looking confused.
“What are you two doing?” he asks.
In a swift motion, Hernan helps me straighten out my back. My head spins for a second and I hold onto his arm.
“You're home.”
He narrows his eyes.
“What are you two doing?” he repeats, his jaw tensing.
“Look, before you get mad, I want you to know that I'm not sorry. I couldn't help it.”
“Help what? Fooling around with my best friend while I was at work?” he snaps.
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To Capture A Bride
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