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with him on this, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. He called out to Mia; she emerged rather quickly with a big smile on her face and a package in her hands.
    “ All done?”
    “ Yeah,” Drake said with a wink.
    “ It was delicious, the best chocolate cake I’ve ever had.” It was impossible not to compliment the woman, even if I wasn't a fan of baked goods to begin with. She patted me on the cheek and smiled.
    “ I’m glad, Jane. Here, this one is for you.” She handed me the package she was holding. Curiously, I looked inside and my mouth watered at the sight. “It’s one more piece, since you liked it so much. I lied about not having two. It was cute to watch you two share.” She then turned to Drake, who was trying to give her money. “On the house, boy. Always on the house.”
    “ I don’t really think—”
    She interrupted him, not allowing any bullshit. Well, what I called bullshit, but whatever.
    “ Do not even try.”
    He shook his head, kissed her on her cheek, and gave her a hug. She whispered something in his ear, which made him freeze, but then they shared some kind of look, which made him smile once again. It was evident that these two had a connection; maybe she was even more like a mom to him. Sam loved her nannies much more than her parents, who, seriously, were cold as hell.
    Mia then moved back to me, hugged me, and kissed my cheek, and with a final wave, we left the bakery.
    “ Where to now?”
    He raised his brow. “You are asking me?”
    “ Well, you clearly know the city better than anyone, so—”
    He chuckled and took my hand. “Now, we go have some fun, and then we can go back to the hotel where we can take a bath.”
    His words sent shivers down my spine, and this giddy feeling inside me wasn't going anywhere.
    Well, then.
    Let’s have some fun.
     

     
    This was unbelievable.
    When he said fun, the last thing on my mind was a dance bar of some kind with Latina music playing all over the place. The people were wearing dresses with special dance shoes, and they moved in ways I’d only seen on dance shows on TV.
    The bar was crowded, not club-level crowded, but it had a lot of people nevertheless. The waitresses and waiters were wearing black pants and shirts, and the girls had red roses in their hair.
    Drinks were passed around. The smell of good Mexican food was in the air, which would have made me hungry had I not eaten before. A DJ played some cha-cha and danced right along.
    This place was out of my comfort zone—very far from it, actually.
    I wasn't exactly happy that he brought me here.
    Drake was greeted by many of the people once again, and was in a good mood. I stopped him with a tug on his hand, and he finally turned his head to me and gave me a confused look.
    Men were sometimes clueless, I swear.
    “ What are we doing here?”
    He frowned. “To have some fun.”
    “ And that’s your idea of fun?”
    “ Yeah.” His hand palmed my face. “What’s wrong?”
    “ I don’t dance.” The couple on the dance floor was dancing as if they were making love, and every move they did was full of passion. It seemed as though the man was crazy about her. “Especially, not like them.” He looked behind him and laughed.
    “ Rarely anyone dances as well as Gabriela and Alexandro.”
    “ You know them?” It was probably a stupid question, since he already mentioned their names, but still. He shrugged his shoulders.
    “ They own the bar, and we used to study together in college.”
    Was this guy for real? I felt like my jaw hit the floor. Why was he introducing me to his friends? “Why did you bring me here then? I mean, we were already in the bakery with your old nanny. Now we are here with your friends?”
    “ I didn't bring you here to meet them, Jane,” he said with a chuckle, and then he grabbed my hand, led me toward a small, round table, and we sat down. Immediately, the waiter was at our side. He was around my age and very handsome, and he reminded me a