Gina sniffled and wiped her face. “You know.”
“I don’t, because you haven’t returned my calls all week. You only texted, and ignored my questions about that boy.”
“‘That boy’ is what this is about.”
“Stone? The one you kissed?”
Gina let out a weepy laugh. “I’m so freaking embarrassed about that.”
“Pero why?”
Gina was saved from answering by the sound of keys in thefront door. A second later, her sister Araceli’s voice floated down the hall.
“Knock knock! Anyone home?”
“Aquí,” Benita called.
Araceli appeared in the bedroom doorway. “Gina, are you crying?”
Benita answered for her. “Sí. We’re talking about that man she kissed on TV.”
Groaning, Gina covered her face with a pillow.
“Yeah, I was curious about that.” Celi joined them on the bed and snatched the pillow away. “Spill it.”
Gina huffed out a breath and pulled her knees up to her chest, explaining in a few brief sentences what had occurred with Donna and the kiss footage.
Araceli and Benita exchanged glances.
“Where is Stone now?” Celi asked.
“At this point? Probably on a plane back to Alaska.”
Another shared glance.
Gina huffed. “I’mright here,you two. Stop talking about me with your eyes.”
“I have a few more questions before I judge you.” Celi held up a finger. “First of all, what’s the real deal with you and Stone?”
“We…” Normally, Gina didn’t mind talking about men with her sister. Granted, their mother was there, too, but still, Gina was at a loss for words. “We were kind of seeing each other?”
“You were sleeping together.”
“Oh my god.” Gina flopped back onto the bed and covered her face. “Yes. We were.”
“Gina, I know you’re a grown-up,” her mother said.
“Mami, could you please just not?”
Araceli scoffed. “Get up and stop acting like a child. If I wanted to deal with kids right now, I’d go find my own.”
Gina sat up. “Where are they, anyway?”
“At Abuela’s house. Don’t change the subject. How do you feel about Stone?”
Fuuuuuck. “Um…”
“For real, Gina. No bullshit.”
