“You’re right,” I told her, because she was. “We should have told you about it from day one. I feel terrible, Lina. Awful for occupying your apartment like this without you knowing.”
Lina groaned. “It’s not that I’m upset about, Rosie.”
The impulse to come in Lucas’s defense resurfaced, but I told myself to push it down. I had officially known the man for close to three weeks, so it wasn’t my place, I guessed. I’d said enough this morning. “What is it, then? What is it about Lucas and I being friends that bothers you so much?”
“I love him, okay?” She held both hands up. “Out of all my cousins, Lucas is the one I’m closest to. So, when I say I love him, I don’t mean it in a ‘I put up with him because he’s blood’ kind of way. He’s like the big brother I never had. And that… I don’t know. Maybe that’s part of the issue. The idea of him getting between us and hurting you makes me want to cut his—”
“Okay.” I stopped her there, before she started throwing threats around again. “First of all, no one’s getting between you and me, okay? I’m serious.”
She nodded.
“Now,” I continued. “Why do you assume he’s going to hurt me? Is that related to whatever Lucas juju you mentioned this morning?”
Lina shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Can you explain it to me? Tell me why?”
Lina’s hands draped around her coffee mug, bringing it to her lips. “Fine.” She took a sip before continuing: “Lucas’s superpower is making people love him, and as annoying as he was when we were kids, he is lovable. Sometimes. And trust me, I know he has a pantie-dropping smile, and that he’s good-looking in this… easy way. And I also know he can be funny, too, okay?”
“Okay,” I murmured. Because he was all those things. On top of the many, many other things that made me like him so much.
Lina tapped her nails on her mug. “He is all of that, and yet he’s never brought a woman to a family gathering. He’s never had a serious relationship. Not since… I don’t know, high school?”
“Lorena Navarro,” I was saying before I knew what I was doing.
“How the heck—”
“We talk,” I said quickly. “He mentioned her name.”
I looked behind her, pretending I was inspecting the beautiful flowers adorning the window, because, God, I was getting so good at this “lying by omission” game I was playing. And the skill didn’t feel good. I hated myself for it. But how could I tell Lina that her fear was in fact a disaster waiting to happen? That Lucas’s juju worked, and that it worked so well, his magic was actually helping me with my book? That today, after Lina and Aaron had left I’d been finally writing? That a nozzle had been turned on and a stream of emotions and ideas and inspiration was starting to pour out?
Lina frowned but seemed to buy my explanation. “It’s not like he’s been in a place long enough for a relationship to stick. And with all those tournaments all around the world, he spends six months away and then he’s back home for another six. Or just three. Or who knows. So, I guess it makes sense that he’s never settled down?”
No one has ever broken his heart, he’d said.
And yet, no matter how much he traveled, it seemed like a wonder to me that no one had snatched him up so far.
“Him being here, on vacation, it’s no different,” Lina continued.
I thought back to last night, Lucas confiding in me about his injury. No one but me knew that his break was permanent.
I needed to be careful with my choice of words. “How is it not different?”
“Who’s saying he won’t use his juju on you? You’ll giggle. He’ll smirk. You two will do the nasty. He’ll leave. And boom.”
I swallowed, the thought of him leaving making me dizzy for all kinds of reasons. “And boom, I’ll get hurt?”
“Yes, exactly. And I’ll have no choice but to murder him.” She blew air through her mouth. “And as I mentioned, he’s kind of my favorite. And I… ugh, I really don’t want to. Not when I’m actually worried about him.”
I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to continue.
Lina’s mouth fell. “I think there’s something wrong. Abuela told me she caught him having a panic attack. Before his trip.”
My chest hurt at that. At the thought of such a solid, strong man undergoing such a thing. It made me wonder what had happened to him exactly.