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“It’ll be wonderful to have both Cat and Issa in the wedding.”
    Issa shuddered. Yeah, sure. And Cat would become a nun the week after too.
    â€œ Hola? Anyone home?”
    Speak of the devil.
    Cat poked her head into Issa’s bedroom. “ Papi has asked that you both come to the main house for dinner.”
    â€œHey, Cat.” Alisha smiled at the arrival. “You know Issa’s friends, Gigi and Ishaan, right? Come on in.”
    Issa grimaced as Cat strolled in and took a seat next to Alisha. Even though Cat’s Sunshine and Jewel were on the same cheerleading team as Gigi, Gigi had no tolerance for mean people and refused to hang out with their clique. That made Gigi enemy material in Cat’s book.
    â€œYeah, of course! Hey, Geeg!”
    Geeg?
    Gigi looked pretty confused herself. “Uh, hey, Cat.”
    â€œSo, Ishaan.” Cat arched her feet, showing off her long legs. “That was a really amazing goal you made last weekend. I think you’re the hottest star on our soccer team.”
    Was she actually flirting with Ishaan? She’d never glanced at him twice before. Was it a subconscious thing she did, flirt with any male creature in a ten-foot vicinity? Now, that was ghetto.
    â€œOh…thanks.” Ishaan finished placing the last of the books in the shelves and ran a hand nervously through his wavy hair. “But I’m not really.”
    â€œThey should make you the captain. I watch all your games, you know,” Cat practically purred, her eyelashes batting. “What do you think, Issa?”
    God, what was her problem? Issa opened her mouth to voice exactly what she thought, but Ishaan cut in. “Um, thanks,” he muttered, and grabbed Gigi’s arm. “We should go now. Gigi has to, uh, wash her hair.”
    â€œHey!” Gigi’s protest was cut off by Ishaan dragging her to the door.
    Issa stood and escorted her friends. “See what I mean?” she murmured.
    â€œTotally. Hitting on Ishaan like that. What a fake!” Gigi said indignantly, pulling her faux-fur coat over her shoulders. Issa almost laughed. Her secret crush on Ishaan didn’t seem so secret when she got so upset when another girl flirted with him.
    Ishaan hung back for a second as Gigi stomped out of the guest house. He placed a hand on the small of Issa’s back, whispering in her ear, “Watch out for Cat. She seems like she’s up to something.”
    Gigi watched them curiously from the doorway. “Coming, Ishaan?”
    â€œYeah, coming.” Ishaan squeezed Issa’s hand one last time and grabbed his jacket. “Bye, Iz.”
    Issa watched them get into Ishaan’s Jeep. She wished more than anything that she was going with them.
    Instead, she felt a rush of perfumed air as Cat and Alisha brushed past her, Alisha grabbing her hand. “Come, come.”
    At the house, Diego had created another masterpiece. Pork chops cooked with mojito, a mix of garlic, sour orange juice and olive oil. Issa was already completely in love with the side dishes of tostanes, friend plantains and yuca, a vegetable she’d never eaten before, along with the standard white rice and black beans. She hated her living situation but loved this food.
    As Issa practically licked her plate clean, she had to admit there were some perks to living with the Morenas. Despite being an important lawyer Diego insisted on cooking a full three-course dinner every night for his family. And the desserts she’d spotted in the kitchen had her mouth watering already.
    â€œSo, now that you girls are all settled in the guest house, let’s discuss the house rules,” Diego announced as he returned to the table with four tiny cups of café con leche, crazy strong coffee served with hot whole milk.
    House rules? What was this, boarding school? Issa shot Alisha a look. The only house rules they’d had was no staying out all night without calling, no jumping