Chapter 6

“It’s good to see you,” Anton said softly. He spoke in English, heavily accented but clear just the same.

Mason took Anton’s hand casually, though he felt anything but. The warm greeting and his warm skin made Mason forget all about the unpleasantness with Miguel. “It’s good to see you, too,” Mason replied in Spanish. “How are you?”

“Busy.” Pedra and Miguel’s chattering exploded to a fresh din, drawing a wider smile from Anton as he dropped his hand. “Though not as busy as I think the rest of this week will go.”

“Miguel hasn’t given me any real information. Just how many people did Pedra invite?”

“I believe the last count was one-fifty.” He turned to stand at Mason’s side, both of them watching the Cantu family settle on the couches. “The shed will be a welcome hideaway, I think.”

“You at least have a hideaway,” Mason said under his breath. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Especially since I won’t know any of these people.”