Chapter 17
"Let me get this straight," Fox thought out loud, picking up a sugar cookie bearing a remarkable resemblance to Santa Claus and studying it for a moment. "My brother Ethan is her," he nodded at Theresa traipsing around the Crane living room, mooning at every picture of Ethan in sight, "idea of Prince Charming? Why?"
"She's loca," Paloma told him, folding her arms across her middle distrustfully. "Need I say more?"
"She must be," Fox grinned, reclining back in the elegant armchair. The grin turned into a smirk as he leaned forward again and said, "You're everything I ever imagined Pilar's daughter to be."
Annoyed, Paloma frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Whatever you want it to mean," Fox shrugged. "Would you like a tour of the mansion?"
"Are you kidding?" Theresa appeared at Fox's side in an instant, her brown eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas day upon seeing a mountain of presents beneath the tree. "Loma," Theresa squeezed her sister's arm excitedly. "Fox can show us Ethan's room."
"Joy," Paloma muttered sarcastically. "It'll be the highlight of my day."
"Mine too," Fox smiled slyly, standing up and offering Theresa his arm.
Theresa took it, bouncing forward and pulling Fox toward the foyer.
"Coming?" Fox held out his other hand to Paloma.
Knowing somebody had to keep her sister out of trouble, Paloma ignored Fox's arm and flanked her sister as they ascended the winding staircase. "Theresa, this is the Cranes' home, not a gift shop. I'm checking your pockets before we leave to make sure you don't take any souvenirs."
Tee hee hee.
Is Fox right? Is Paloma everything you ever imagined Pilar's daughter to be?
LOL!
I think they have an interesting dynamic in this particular little fic, Paloma and Fox.
Do you?
Or do you prefer to picture him with Theresa (who is admittedly a little nutty in this fic, hehe)?
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Thanks so much for reading!