“So we’re doing this? We’re planning a three-month trip around the world? Mexico first . . . then Asia?” “Sounds like a plan to me, mi cielo.” I raised my head at what sounded like an endearment. “Mi what?” His eyes darted over my face, and there was no hiding his affection. I could only hope that his affection was as deep as mine. “I had a friend in the air force, Juan, second-generation Mexican and raised in a big Mexican American family. He’s the one who taught me the basics of Spanish. And he called his fiancé ‘mi cielo’ all the time. It means ‘my sky,’ ‘my heaven.’ I never really gave
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