The man in front of me didn't move. The rain pelted his back, but he just stood there, hand outstretched, looking like an idiot drenched in foolishness.
Mateo.
My first thought was, Of course, it's you. Because the universe clearly had a sick sense of humor. I had cried myself into near hypothermia, and now it decided to throw Mateo back into the mix like a soggy cherry on top of my despair sundae.
He blinked at me, his soaked lashes stuck together like clumped mascara. "Señorita…"
Señorita?
Seriously? We're out in public and he's going to play the gentleman?
Pfft. I had no time or patience for his pretense.
"Leave me alone," I croaked, almost unable to push the words through the raw ache in my throat.
I hugged myself tighter, the cold eating into my bones like termites chewing through old wood. "Just walk on by, Mateo. Keep playing hero elsewhere."
His brow furrowed. "Sorry if I'm disturbing you, but I didn't think sitting out here in the rain was your best idea."
Huh?
