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I pressed my lips together and refused to say a word.
“He’s taken the fifth.” Goof widened his knowing smirk. “It means he’s guilty.”
“Guzman…” Bozeman rumbled a warning.
“I’m just asking harmless questions.” Guzman peered into the darkened cabin. “Can I at least meet her, talk to her a little, interrogate her about you?”
“No, no, and no,” I stated firmly.
“That’s disappointing.” Javier huffed. “And here I thought you and I were close.”
“Weareclose,” I countered. “But you need to get your nose out of my business.”
“Aha!” Guzman pounced, pointing a gloved finger at me. “Did you hear that?”
“What?” Granite deepened his frown.
“King hasabusiness,” Javier said. “He didn’t have one of those before.”
“Why am I getting a headache?” I raked my hands through my hair. “Oh, yeah. Because I’m staring at your face. For your own good, go!”
“Look, bro, she’s gonna wanna meet me.” Eyes gleaming with glee, Guzman wiggled his eyebrows. “She’s gonna love her handsome, charming, future brother-in-law.”
“I doubt it,” I said. “She thinks her little sister is putty and you’re out to take advantage of her. The minute she meets you, she’s gonna wipe the floor with you. Or maybe rip out your guts. And if you keep asking questions like this, I very well might help her.”
“I’m wounded by your lack of loyalty.” Guzman settled a hand on his chest before his mouth twitched into a sly grin. “I have another personal question.”
“You two are pathetic,” Granite mumbled. “Fraternizing with your charges. It’s wrong, unprofessional.”
Goof ignored Bozeman and kept at it. “Is Cersi as tough as her profile says she is?”
“Why have you developed such a sudden interest in Cece?”
“Missy adores Cece,” Guzman volunteered. “Thena already loves me, but Missy will be upset if I don’t get along with Cece. I wanna make Missy happy. For her sake, I need to make a good first impression.”
“Good thing Cece is asleep, then,” I shot back, hoping I was right. “’Cause you’re failing miserably.”
“Okay, okay.” Guzman spread his hands in the air. “Another question, because, well, why not? What’s Cece’s quirk? Can she read the stars like Thena? Is she a dreamer like Missy?”
“You need to stop this interrogation,” I warned. “Take a swim. Now.”
“See?” Guzman smiled at Granite. “Even our very own Zen King can fall under their spell.”
“Whose spell?” a baffled Bozeman asked.
“The Astor sisters, of course.”
“Are you calling them witches?” Bozeman’s tone hardened.
“Me? Calling the Astor sisters witches?” Guzman let out a loud cackle. “No, never. My gorgeous red witch would be mad at me if I called her sisters witches. So, King.” He wiggled his playful eyebrows yet again. “What’s your witch’s take on witching?”
“Guzman…” I growled, but it was too late.
The sliders swooshed open, and a feminine voice cracked like a whip in the air. “Did you just call my sister a red witch?”
I turned around in my seat. Cece stood on the deck with her fists perched on her hips. Her tousled hair framed her diamond-shaped face, and yet she was anything but asleep. My jaw dropped, and my ass remained glued to my chair. I couldn’t tear my gaze from her.
She wore next to nothing.
