Ernesto leaned back in his chair, went silent for about a minute, sighing, his eyes focused on some point beyond the room, twisting his lips as if fighting to keep his cool. His fingers drummed on the dining table.

And Antonio, on the other hand, was very patient.

Finally, Ernesto looked his way.

"So you don't mind me introducing her to the family?"

Antonio grimaced. "No, I was being sarcastic."

"Oh." Ernesto mouthed. "Makes sense."

"Ernesto!" Antonio snapped, but Ernesto spat back, his ...