“You’re not serious,” I said, mortified.

Aléjandro’s hand gently cupped my cheek. “You look as if you’re about to faint.”

“I wasn’t. I was doing okay, but…” I looked around.

“Breathe, Mia. I was joking. My family, the cartel, they can be overwhelming. It seemed that no one prepared you for the marriage-unity lasso.”

That was what it was called.

Haven’t they ever heard of a unity candle?

I shook my head. “No one ...