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“Will she agree?” Diego questioned. “First marriage and now a date.”

I had to fight the urge not to bark out at him and beat his face against the table.

“Make it happen, Diego,” I ordered, then got up and left the room, aware of their eyes on my back.

* * *

I knocked on the door of Sailor’s room and after lots of commotion, the door finally opened. To reveal Gabriel.

“Hey, buddy,” I greeted him. “Is your mom ready?”

He glanced over his shoulder and then rolled his eyes. “She’s not happy about the dress.”

“She didn’t like it?”

I had the dress specially flown in from Colombia. The light blue gown with a flared bottom had the same kind of pink roses all over it - from light pink to dark pink. It was similar to the dress she wore the night I met her.

“She called it puffy and too much,” Gabriel answered, shrugging.

Sailor came into view and fuck, she looked like a million bucks. Her pale hair was pulled up into a fancy bun and her cheeks pink.

“Damn straight, it’s too much,” she muttered. “What kind of event is this anyhow? You didn’t say.”

At that moment, a little brown shadow ran straight inside her elaborate skirts. A shared look by the three of us and the next second our laughter filled the room.

Sailor’s eyes twinkled with happiness and that beautiful mouth curved into a smile. I closed the distance between us and lowered down onto one knee.

“Here, let me help you find Bruno.”

“Bruno loves Mom’s dresses,” Gabriel remarked. “He fell asleep on her black dress. You’re lucky, Raphael. Otherwise, she’d have worn that dress.” Then he giggled. “She said it was the perfect funeral dress.”

My gaze held hers, the unapologetic look shining through her ocean blues.

Sailor lifted her dress, and little Bruno got himself all cozy, flopped down on his ass against Sailor’s leg. I caught a glimpse of those beautiful slim calves, taunting me. Fuck, I had to be a sad fucking case if I found her calves sexy.

Then I swore her skirt rose another few inches. My eyes flickered up to find her looking at me, her blue eyes turned a few shades darker.

“Are you getting the puppy or staring at my legs, Raphael?” she said impishly. Gabriel giggled and took off, leaving us alone.

“Both, Reina,” I told her. “I’m a good multitasker.”

That little minx. I scooped up the puppy who was pressed against her leg, and ensured that my knuckles brushed against her skin. Fuck, her skin was soft.

I rose back up to my full height and watched her fingers clutching the dress fabric so hard, her knuckles turned white. I almost expected her to twirl around, but Sailor was too cool for that. And so damn beautiful.

The cut of her dress in the back was low, baring her smooth, pale back, leaving plenty to the imagination. It dipped just low enough to give you more than just a glimpse of that smooth beautiful skin. To have me imagining what I could do to that ass nestled just underneath the dress’s edge.

I ignored the heat running straight to my dick and forced my gaze up her torso. Not many women would be able to pull off a dress like that. But Sailor, she looked like a queen in it.

“You look like my reina,” I rasped.

Fuck, she was a queen worth waiting for.

ChapterThirty-Two

SAILOR

Heels clicked against the marble floor.