“I knew it. I knew you understood what that Vietnamese man said to me that day in the market. I could see it in your eyes.” I smiled and looked back at Reyes’s image, fell into him. “He said he liked your ass.” She gasped. “Why, that little perv.” “Told you he had the hots for you.” “Too bad he was small enough to fit into my cleavage.” “I think that’s why he liked you,” I said, a bubble of laughter slipping out.
