RIVER

The next morning, Javier is waiting out front again, and Taylor does not allow him to get close.

"River, can you please speak to me?"

"She does not want to speak to you," Taylor threw back in the most bored voice I heard.

"I am not speaking to you, and I wonder how you are trying to get into our conversation." Javier's voice tone was low and slow, but it had some kind of venom in it. How had I not heard it at first? Was I so deceived by his beauty that I refused to acknowledge the ...