"My car rounds the corner, riding the path to the body shop. When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat. Oh, boy. I'm in trouble. Gone is his ever-present bandanna. Alex's thick black hair rests on his forehead, daring to be swept back. Black pants and a black silk shirt have replaced his jeans and T-shirt. He looks like a young Mexican daredevil. I can't help but smile as I park next to him. " , you look like you've got a secret." , I think as I step out of my car. " You look... " I turn in a circle. "Is this dress okay?" "Come here," he says, pulling me against him. "I don't want to go to the wedding anymore. I'd rather have you all to myself." "No way," I say, running a slow finger along the side of his jaw. "You're a tease." I love this playful side of Alex. It makes me forget all about those demons. "I came to see a Latino wedding, and I expect to see one," I tell him. "And here I thought you were comin' to be with me." "You've got a big ego, Fuentes." "That's not all I've got."