Instead, as the chorus kicked back in with that infectious, driving cuarteto energy, he pushed off the bar. He navigated the sea of dancers, his eyes locked on hers. He reached them just as the song reached its peak. Without a word, he held out his hand.
But seeing her now, her hair whipping around as she laughed, he realized he wasn't just lying to her—he was losing a war against himself. Te MentirГa - La Konga (( dj Gonz ))
Mateo set his drink down. He knew the script: he should turn around, walk out into the cool night, and keep the lie alive. It was safer. It was easier. Instead, as the chorus kicked back in with
