Diego's POV

Three months later

“Where is Davina?” Elena asked. “The two of you are usually joined at the hip.”

I rolled my eyes. “We are not.”

We were sitting in the garden, sharing a pitcher of margaritas. It was a bit early in the day for alcohol, but Elena had been in an unusually good mood lately, so when she suggested it, I couldn’t turn her down.

“No? When was the last time you spent a day apart?”

“We spent four years apart. Anyway, you’re one to talk. You and Santo ...