Sarah froze. Right in front of her were two of the most gorgeous men she’d ever laid eyes on. One man, the one who’d spoken, had black hair and piercing gray eyes, and the face of an angel, with high cheekbones and a dimple in his right cheek. He was fair-skinned with a golden tan, but not as fair as Sarah, and ... beautiful. The other man was obviously Mexican; he, too, had black hair, but his eyes were big and brown, and his skin was a very dark tan. He wasn’t as lovely as the first man, but he was quite handsome and very sexy. Of the two, he was the larger, although not by much.
Esperanza pointed a stern finger at the tanned man, but she was smiling. “Emilio, give Michael one of those cookies and quit being mean to him.”
The one who had initially spoken, Michael, was now hanging off the back of the other one, Emilio, trying to reach a skull-shaped cookie in Emilio’s outstretched hand. Both men were laughing. Finally, Emilio relented and handed over the cookie as his friend dropped onto his feet.
Michael looked down at Sarah, his mouth making a small O. He smiled again. “Hi.”
Sarah felt like she’d been run over by a big rig. “Hel-lo.”
Emilio smiled just as brightly as Michael. “Hey.” He took the cookie back from his friend and held it out to her. “Would you like one?”
Sarah opened her mouth, but nothing happened. Her body responded, even though her brain had obviously taken a leave of absence. Her nipples perked right up, and she was suddenly grateful that she wore a bra under her thin sweater.
Esperanza saved her from further embarrassment by waving her hands at the men. “Get away, the both of you! Sarah and I are talking about día de los muertos
and books. Shoo ...”
Michael winked at her, grabbed the cookie back and stuck it in his mouth before turning away.
Emilio rolled his eyes and shook his head, then he followed his friend. A few yards away he swung around and waved. “Bye, Sarah.”
No, don’t go!
Sarah waved back in a daze. The two men eventually blended in with the crowd and Sarah lost sight of them. She looked at Esperanza.
“The taller one was your younger son, right? Who was the other?”
. You may just be the one. Yes, that was Emilio, of course, and his close friend, Michael McCoy.” The older woman grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Any woman who loves Emilio or Michael must accept the other as well, I’m afraid. They are a package deal.”
Then what Esperanza had said earlier hit her. “The one?”
The older woman nodded. “The one for both of them.”