Amo’s voice was deep, low and growly with sleep, and my belly heated unexpectedly.
I swallowed, not sure what to say.
“I know this might seem stalkerish but I simply had to wish you a happy birthday.”
“You remembered?”
“I can’t forget,” he murmured, and I was sure I’d combust with heat any moment.
“Wasn’t your mother confused that you wanted to call me?”
“I lied. I told her I needed Aurora’s number because of the wedding.” The last word was quieter than the rest. The wedding. His wedding.
“Oh, that makes sense.”
Amo sighed, and I imagined he ran his strong fingers through his dark hair. “I know I shouldn’t say this, but I want to see you again.”
I stared down at my thighs, frowning. I should say no. I wasn’t sure where this was heading, only that it was a tunnel without a light at the end. “I have a dance rehearsal in New York in a week that I wanted to cancel but I could go.”
“Come.”
“Okay.”
“There’s more I want to say, but I can’t do it over the phone. One week.”
“One week.”
“Don’t take Nevio with you.”
I pursed my lips. My brother wouldn’t agree to stay in Vegas when I flew to New York no matter what I said. “I’ll try.”
“Can Aurora keep a secret?”
“Shouldn’t you have worried about that before you called her?” I asked with a hint of amusement.
“I did, but my desire to call you was stronger than caution.”
I closed my eyes. “She can.”
At least from almost everyone, except for Nevio. For some reason she seemed unable to lie to him.
“Good. See you in a week.”
“Okay.” I hung up and took a deep breath, wondering what had just happened. What was this?
When I opened my eyes, Aurora was watching me with an open mouth. “What’s going on?” Her voice was hushed, shocked.
“I don’t know.”
She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. “Amo’s going to marry in a few weeks.”
“Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
She blinked at me. “Okay.” I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
“Not even Carlotta or your parents, and definitely not Nevio. Swear it.”
“Greta—” A growl sounded, followed by a sharpshhhh.