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  Say You Love Me

  Cesar Cruz: Book Two

  A Something More Novel

  Tara West

  Copyright © 2017 by Tara West

  Published by Shifting Sands Publishing

  First edition, published November, 2016

  All rights reserved.

  This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited.

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogue are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

  Edited by Theo Fenraven.

  All Something More cover art designed by Tara West.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  A Message from Tara West

  Dedications

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Say You Need Me

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

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  A Message from Tara West

  A Message from Tara West

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  Dedications

  Sharra, I can’t thank you enough for your professional advice.

  Ginelle, Shéa, and Sheri, you are such awesome beta readers. Thanks for your suggestions!

  Theo, as always, you are the God of Grammar. Nobody makes a turd shine like you do.

  Chapter One

  “I’d like to propose a toast to Cesar and Savannah and this amazing house.” My boyfriend’s cousin, Andrés, who could have passed as his twin, with the same devastatingly sexy smile and large copper eyes, held up his beer while wrapping an arm tightly around his petite wife’s bare shoulders. “I hope you invite us to swim in your pool often.”

  I sat up, squeezing Cesar’s hand, the sauna’s jets swirling around us. “I’d like to toast Andrés’s cilantro chicken.” I held my wine glass in the air, the bubbles popping as they rose to the rim, reminding me very much of the feeling in my head after downing two glasses with dinner. “That was the best food I’ve had in a long time. You can swim in my pool as many times as you want as long as you do the cooking.”

  Andrés’s wife, Christina, laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll toast to that.”

  “Salud!” Cesar and Andrés chimed in unison before clinking their bottles to our glasses.

  I’d just met Andrés and Christina that morning, and already I loved them. They’d come to help me move into my new house. At first I was worried when they showed up with their baby and Christina’s two little brothers in tow, but her brothers were about my nephew Jake’s age, so they’d kept him occupied all day, and baby James was so darned cute. He was trying to learn how to walk, and he laughed at everything, plus he napped long enough that Christina could help me with interior design ideas. She was a real artist and had even promised to return in a few weeks and paint Pokemon all over Jake’s bedroom walls.

  Andrés was a chef, who worked for their uncle’s catering business. He was impressed with my professional-grade appliances. After watching him work in my kitchen, I felt ashamed at my culinary ineptitude, but he said he’d give me a cooking lesson next time they visited.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Jake and his two new friends climb out of the pool and towel off. Jake was looking in my direction, so I knew he was going to ask for something, probably for some of the cookies Andrés had baked.

  Jake draped the towel around his narrow shoulders. “Auntie.” He flashed a dimpled smile, revealing a gap where his two top teeth used to be, then thumbed at the kids behind him. “My cousins want to play my Xbox.”

  “Your cousins?” I looked from Jake to Christina’s brothers. Not one of them flinched. “Okay, but they’re not your cousins, Jake.”

  Jake puffed up his chest. “Yes, they are, since you are Cesar are almost married.”

  Jake’s “cousins” nodded in unison.

  “Huh? We’re not almost married.” I did my best to sound passive and not at all totally mortified, keeping my gaze tunneled on Jake, careful to avoid making eye contact with the other adults in the tub, especially Cesar.

  Jake’s bottom lip turned down before he stomped a foot. “But I don’t have any cousins, and Manny and Gio said they’d be my cousins.”

  Cesar wrapped a possessive arm around my shoulder, his deep voice a rumble in my ear. “Let them call each other cousins, bella. It’s not hurting anybody.”

  “Okay.” I shrugged as embarrassment flushed my face. Good thing I was sitting in a hot tub. I could always blame my rosy cheeks on the steam. “Dry off before you go inside,” I called to the boys as they ran down the stone walkway to the house.

  Andrés tossed back his head and laughed. “The awkward new love stage.” He winked at me. “I’m so glad we’re past that.”

  “You get over that stage pretty quickly after you have a baby,” Christina said, sharing an affirmative nod with Andrés.

  As if on cue, Christina picked her iPad off the deck and tapped the screen, something she’d been doing nonstop since getting in the tub. She had a wireless baby monitor app that allowed her to see James. I leaned over, peering at the screen. The baby was suckling his pacifier while soundly sleeping. He was so darned cute and had the pudgiest cheeks ever. Christina was a very lucky woman. She had a beautiful family and a fulfilling career. I couldn’t help but be envious.

  Andrés smirked and nudged his wife in the ribs. “We’re at the ‘please use the air freshener before you leave the bathroom’ stage.”

  I almost spit wine through my nose.

  Cesar laughed. “Good thing the master bedroom has his and her bathrooms.”

  “Oh, yeah, I saw that. That’s good.” Andrés spoke loudly enough in Christina’s ear that we could all hear. “Cesar needs his own bathroom.”

  “It must run in the family,” Christina blurted.

  Omigod. I shifted uncomfortably, leering at Cesar from beneath my lashes. I didn’t know if Cesar and I were at the bathroom talk stage of our relationship yet.

  “Are you trying to tell me you poisoned our food?” Cesar asked.

  “If that was poison,” I said, “then kill me now.”

  “My cousin’s not a bad cook.” Cesar took a swig of beer. It’s why we keep him around.”

  “That’s not why you used to keep me around.” Andrés flashed Cesar a knowing grin.

  I got this sickening feeling in my gut that Andr�
�s was about to tell us another story involving Cesar and a girl, most likely a skanky girl whose idea of dressing modestly was pulling up her tube top. He’d been joking with my boyfriend all day about his prowess with the opposite sex. It’s not that I didn’t know Cesar had had a long line of lovestruck groupies before me, but hearing details about every girl who’d ever spread her legs for my man was starting to grate on my nerves.

  Cesar set his beer on the concrete behind him, narrowing his eyes at Andrés. “What you talkin’ about?”

  Andrés pointed at Cesar with an accusatory finger. “When I was in the Army, he made me put on my dress blues when we went out to bars.”

  Andrés’s laughter was also starting to get on my nerves. Sure, I wanted my relationship with Cesar to be honest and up front, but did I need every sordid detail of his previous romances?

  Christina’s smooth porcelain brow crinkled as she frowned at her husband. “Why?”

  Andrés flashed his wife such a wicked grin, I swear I saw devil horns shoot out of his head. “Girls love a man in uniform.”

  “Did it work?” I asked, then mentally kicked myself in the ass. I got the feeling I wasn’t going to like the answer. I could imagine the bar groupies throwing themselves at my boyfriend and his cousin.

  “Every time,” Andrés said.

  “I don’t want to hear any more, Andrés,” Christina scolded. “You Cruzes are all horn dogs.”

  “Me?” He splayed a hand across his chest. “You’re the one who asked me to take you home the night we met.”

  Christina’s cheeks reddened, and she turned her gaze to her wine glass. “Did I?” she mumbled. “I don’t remember.”

  “You don’t remember that first night?” He waggled his brows and leered at her. “The things I did to you?”

  Christina gasped and pushed him away. “You are such a bad man.”

  The sauna was starting to feel stifling hot. Watching Christina and Andrés made my internal temperature soar, and not in a good way. I was terrified Cesar would tell them how I practically threw myself at him the night I’d given him my virginity.

  Andrés wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist, hoisting her into his lap. “I thought that’s why you married me.”

  “That, and a few other reasons.” She giggled, her vivid green eyes sparkling.

  I felt compelled to look away when they kissed. I turned to Cesar, who ran a hand down my arm, causing gooseflesh to rise.

  “Maybe they should get a room,” my boyfriend whispered. “Maybe we should sneak into one, too.”

  “Yeah, right,” I grumbled. “With everyone here.”

  I jerked at the sound of Ariana’s shriek of laughter. Cesar’s youngest brother, Esteban, came barreling down the slide with her in his lap. She launched into the arms of Cesar’s middle brother, Santiago, as soon as she hit the water. Good thing the kids had gone inside. I so didn’t want them to see my BFF’s little threesome. The dogs, Macy and Nacho, pranced up and down the edge of the pool, barking and whimpering while the guys played tug-of-war with Ariana’s arms and legs.

  “Your friend out there?”

  I looked over at Andrés, who scowled at the threesome. “Ariana,” I said and then cringed when she bit Esteban’s arm, making him howl in pain. Ariana and I had grown up together, both raised by her mom, Sara, who had also been my dad’s housekeeper. Even though Sara had tried to instill good-girl virtues in her daughter, her teachings had had the opposite effect.

  “How bad is her bite?” Andrés asked.

  Though Ariana was perfectly capable of drawing blood, I knew Andrés wasn’t referring to her actual bite.

  I cringed. “Pretty bad.” Ariana usually only kept a boyfriend around for a short while before she’d trade him in for a new flavor of the month.

  Andrés wrapped his arm around his wife. “Should I warn my cousins?”

  Cesar laughed. “They’ll find out soon enough.”

  I waved at Ariana, giving her an eye roll and mouthing for her to behave. I didn’t need my nephew and Christina’s brothers witnessing her shameless behavior.

  “Auntie!” Jake screamed from the patio before running to me. Chest heaving, he handed me his cellphone, then leaned over, clutching his knees. “My mom wants to talk to you.”

  The cilantro chicken revolted in my stomach at the mention of my sister, who’d been arrested last month for armed robbery. And now she was on her son’s phone? What was I supposed to say? I didn’t think there were enough words in the English language to convey my sentiments to the woman who’d abandoned her son while on the run from the law.

  I covered the microphone with a shaky hand. “She’s on your phone?”

  He grimly nodded, his eyes filling with moisture. I could only imagine what the bitch had said to him.

  Cesar helped me out of the tub, wrapping my cotton robe around me.

  I knelt beside Jake, rubbing a soothing hand down his arm. “What did she say?”

  He shrugged, breaking eye contact. “She said ‘Give the phone to your aunt’.”

  That bitch. Didn’t she have a single kind word for the son she hadn’t seen in a month?

  My mind numbed with rage. “Excuse me for a minute,” I said and walked to the other side of the yard, barely aware of the grass blades sticking to my wet feet, the chill that wrapped around my spine, or Cesar wordlessly following me.

  I lowered myself onto the bench of a wooden swing hanging from a low live oak limb. “Hello?”

  “Savannah,” Kim screeched. “Why the fuck haven’t you come to see me?”

  I jerked back as if I’d been slapped. “Why would I?” Was she still smoking crack, or had she always been this bitchy?

  “I need a lawyer,” she snapped. “A good one, not this hack they gave me.”

  “What am I supposed to do about it?” I asked, feigning stupidity. She couldn’t have heard about my inheritance while she was in jail.

  “Get me a goddamn lawyer,” she screamed into the receiver before her voice dropped to an ominous rumble. “I know about your money.”

  Well, shit. Guess she did have access to the news in jail.

  I let out a slow, shaky breath, steeling my resolve. “No.”

  “What the fuck do you mean, no?”

  “I’m not spending a dime on you,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “Savannah,” she pleaded, “they’re going to put me in prison.”

  Funny how her tone had gone from raging bitch to pathetic puppy. I wasn’t fooled.

  “You robbed a gas station. You abandoned your child. You deserve to go to prison.”

  “So you want my kid to grow up without a mom?” There was that bitch again, trying, but failing, to lay on a guilt trip.

  “I will make sure Jake is taken care of,” I answered coolly, imagining my words a knife jabbing her cold, withered heart. “He’s better off without you, anyway.”

  I couldn’t help but twist the knife. After Jake had told me she repeatedly told him she hated him, I had no more sympathy left for Kim. A mother who would so cruelly verbally abuse her son was no mother at all, and she certainly wasn’t deserving of any of my compassion.

  “I’m his fucking mom!”

  I jerked the phone away from my ear when she practically blew out my eardrums.

  Cesar stood above me, swearing in Spanish. “Hang up, bella.”

  Oh, but I wasn’t finished with my entitled, selfish sister. “And yet you haven’t asked me how he’s doing.”

  “I don’t have a lot of time, Savannah.”

  Bullshit.

  “Neither do I.” I looked across the yard at my nephew, who was staring at his feet, shoulders slumped. “Jake needs me right now.” Poor kid. I knew he was hurting from his mother’s rejection.

  Just as I was about to hang up on the selfish bitch, her ominous threat sliced through my chest like a thin blade.

  “I don’t have to let you have custody.”

  I momentarily froze, then berated myself for be
lieving her threat. She was a felon. I was an heiress with Houston’s best lawyers on retainer. She had no control over the custody hearing. Did she? “Excuse me?”

  “I’m going to the custody hearing. I can give him to someone else.”

  An empty threat. It had to be. Still, my protective claws came out, and I imagined myself attacking anyone who tried to take Jake from me. “It will be a cold day in hell before that happens,” I hissed.

  “It doesn’t have to happen if you’d just get me a decent fucking lawyer.”

  Rage built up in my skull like a steaming kettle ready to blow. “There is nobody that loves Jake as much as I do. You would threaten your child’s happiness just to blackmail me? I’m ashamed to call you my sister. Our mom is probably rolling in her grave right now.”

  “How dare you bring up my mom after your father murdered her!”

  Kim actually had the nerve to sound indignant. Even if my dad had murdered our mom, which he didn’t, she acted as if it was my fault our mom drove into a tree.

  “Hang up on the bitch,” Cesar grumbled.

  I should have listened, but I wasn’t finished giving my sister a piece of my mind.

  “You’re so full of shit, Kim.” I didn’t know if I was more angry with her for being a total bitch or myself for not hanging up. Some morbid sense of curiosity kept me on the line. Maybe I was hoping she’d finally break down and apologize.

  “That car crash was no accident. You think I want a murderer’s daughter raising my kid?”

  What a piece of shit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m nothing like my dad, and you know it. Just like Jake is, thankfully, nothing like you.” And with that, I did what I should have done when Kim first dialed Jake’s number. I ended the call. Tomorrow I would call my phone carrier and change Jake’s number. That bitch was not calling us again.

  I wiped the corners of my eyes, angry with myself for letting Kim make me cry.

  Cesar was looking expectantly at me. “Bella, what happened?”

  “She’s threatening to take custody away if I don’t hire her a lawyer.” I couldn’t help the edge of worry that slipped into my tone. What if she did have the power to take Jake away from me?