debate. Plus you said you’re still kind of drunk. I’ll drive. I burned off all the alcohol on the run anyway.” “Daniel.” I suck in a breath. “I don’t need you to come—” “Do I need to speak in Spanish to you to get you to understand?” “How do you know I understand Spanish?” “For”—he clears his throat—“research purposes, I saw one of your interviews.” He smiles sweetly at me, melting my hesitation for a second.
