Where: The heckin sidewalk somewhere Who: & @ballazos
It was always strange to see somebody in a place they weren’t supposed to be. Teachers belonged in the classroom, not at the charity gala one was attending at her father’s request. Tennis coaches belonged on the court, not in the backseat of a town car with a high school student. The man Nina knew as Kane belonged in a club or on a yacht in Medellin, not in the city she now called home.
Emilia had warned her, of course, after the party. The pieces of the Vargas empire began to fall into place that night, and Nina wanted to kick herself for being so stupid. How hadn’t they figured this out before? Granted, neither young woman expected their newly minted enemy to start buying them drinks in a foreign country, but Nina still hated to be bested. She gained only a bit of comfort now as she caught sight of the man with a baby in his arms. “Alright, where did you get that kid? Is this a situation requiring the police?”
