A Rodeo Man's Promise. Marin Thomas

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      Chapter Three

      Riley lost his train of thought as he drowned in Maria’s brown eyes.

       “Do I have food stuck to my face?” She reached for her napkin.

       He covered her hand with his, pinning the napkin to the table. “No. Your face is fine. As a matter of fact it’s perfect.”

       Maria’s cheeks reddened and Riley chuckled.

       “What?”

       He released her hand. “I make you nervous.”

       “No, you don’t.” The denial lacked conviction.

       He eyeballed her fingernail tapping the table and Maria fisted her hand. “Why do I make you uneasy?” he asked.

       “Besides the fact that you’re a complete stranger?”

       “Yeah, besides that.” He popped a tortilla chip into his mouth and chewed.

       “Let’s see.” Maria held up one finger. “First, you’re sexy and attractive.”

      Wow. He hadn’t seen that one coming. “Thank you.”

       “You’re welcome.” A second finger rose in the air. “You’re wealthy.”

       “Money makes you anxious?”

       “Didn’t your mother teach you that money is the root of all evil?”

       “Actually, my father taught me that money solves all problems.”

       Third finger… “You’re young.”

       He’d read the occasional magazine article that testified to the sexual compatibility of older women and younger men. Made sense to him. He waggled his eyebrows. “Youth has its advantages.”

       The waitress arrived with their meals and the women spoke in Spanish. Riley guessed they discussed him because the young girl glanced his way more than once. “The enchiladas are great,” he said, disrupting the conversation.

       “I’ll tell Aunt Consuelo you approve of her cooking.” The waitress disappeared.

       “The whole family works in the business?”

       “Years ago Consuelo won the lottery and used the money to open a restaurant. Since then, most of her nieces and nephews have worked here at one time or another.”

       “I hope she kept part of her winnings and bought a new car or treated herself to a vacation.”

       “No car or vacation, but she did send her only son to college.”

       “What does he do?” Riley asked.

       “He’s an investment banker in Los Angeles.” Maria sipped her iced tea. “Pablo visits once a year and attempts to coax his mother to move to California, but Consuelo refuses.”

       “Why?”

       “This is where she was born and raised.” Maria smiled. “I know what you’re thinking.”

       “What’s that?”

       “This neighborhood is a far cry from where you were raised.”

       “True.” No sense pretending he felt at home in the ’hood.

       “Consuelo can’t retire or close the restaurant because she’s the only stable influence in her nieces’ and nephews’ lives. Without her, the kids would be out on the street running with gangbangers. She pays the kids more than minimum wage, but keeps half their paycheck and deposits the money into a savings account for their college education.”

       Riley had never had to save a dime in his life. Heck, the day he’d been born his father had opened an investment portfolio in his name with five hundred thousand dollars. Today, the account was worth millions. When it came to college, his father had written a check each semester to the university—not one financial-aid form had been filled out the four years Riley attended UNLV. “Consuelo’s a generous woman.”

       They ate in silence for a few minutes, Riley sensing Maria was eager to end the evening. He wasn’t. “You like teaching?” She nodded but didn’t elaborate. He’d never had to work at engaging a woman in conversation. “How long have you been a teacher?”

       “I taught six years of high school English before volunteering the past five years with the district’s at-risk kids. The classes are part of the city’s antigang program.”

       “The boys you gave a ride home earlier…were they expelled from school or did they drop out?”

       “All three were expelled. If they fail my class, the educational system writes them off for good.”

       “Do you have the support of the families?”

       “Not as much as I wish. We have students who don’t even know who their fathers are and a few with dads in prison or running with gangs.”

       Riley had experienced his share of disagreements with his father, but the old man had always been there for him; and Riley couldn’t imagine not having a male role model in his life. “Tell me more about the boys you’re working with.”

       “Alonso lost his father when he was seven—gunned down by police in a drug raid. Alonso’s mother cleans offices at night and works at a convenience store during the day.”

       The kid’s mother worked two jobs in order to feed her family and keep a roof over their heads. Riley’s mother had never worked a day in her married life.

       “Why did Alonso get expelled from school?”

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