Chapter 6Mason waited for the guilt to set in. When Miguel slept with his arm draped over his stomach, Mason stared at the ceiling, expecting to be consumed by the very serious wrong he had committed. But it didn’t happen. It didn’t even happen the next morning when Miguel felt free to tease and flirt because Señor Cantu was gone to pick up his elderly cousins.
The guilt he was waiting for didn’t attack him until he found himself in the guest bedroom, a stack of bedding on one side of him, Pedra on the other. She was explaining exactly how they were going to fit everybody in the house—which included sacrificing their beds for the older relatives—and apologizing for making him sleep on the floor, and he didn’t hear a word she said. He wanted to study her. He wanted to know her. He wanted t
