The private living room had seen its fair share of intense military strategy sessions.
However, nothing could match the comedic tension currently displayed by the last person I expected.
Diego was pacing.
He strode from the fireplace to the window and back again. His hair was thoroughly disheveled from where his hands had run through it a dozen times. His eyes were wide and glittering with a storm of emotion.
Selena sat on the sofa beside me, casually sipping a cup of tea. Her eyes followed Diego's movements with an amused smile tugging at her lips. Miguel was leaning against the mantel with his arms crossed and fighting a losing battle to keep a massive grin off his face. My father sat in the wingback chair, watching his son-in-law with a silent amusement.
"Two," Diego muttered und
