“Me jealous of my cousin? He is the one who wishes he was me because unlike him, I had the courage to walk away from everything.” Acid churns in my belly at Lorenzo’s candidness. Julian raises his brow. “You couldn’t keep your emotions out of business decisions? That doesn’t sound like a trait we need in our future mayor.” “Julian,” I reply with a hiss, directing my frustration at him. “Enough.” “¿Dije algo mal?*” He tries to look apologetic, but it fails to work on me. “¿Puedes tratar de comportarte bien?*” “Él empezó*.” He huffs. “Tienes treinta y un años, por el amor de Dios. Acomporta
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