Chapter 12

Still holding onto Sebastian, Pablo peeked his head around the door. “How soon until dinner?”

Mama, who stood at the sink, looked over her shoulder at him. “An hour.”

“Good. Um, Sebastian and I will be talking in my room.”

Hector smirked. “Yeah, talking.”

“Shut up, brat.”

Pablo didn’t give his brother any chance to make further comments and tugged Sebastian down the hall to his room. When they got inside, he twisted the lock. He pointed at two chairs. One in front of his computer desk and another a few feet away next to his dresser.

“I think if we talk on the bed, we won’t get far,” Pablo explained, sitting in the chair by the computer.

Sebastian looked wary. “Okay. So, what do you want to say?”

“Closer.” Pablo crooked his finger and Sebastian scooted his chair until he was a few feet away from Pablo. “Closer.”

Sighing, Sebastian scooted until he was just an inch or so away.

“No. Come here.” Pablo pulled Sebastian onto his lap. He smiled. “Much better.”