Tangled: A Moreno Brothers novella

TANGLED

(A Moreno Brothers Holiday Novella)

Elizabeth Reyes

Tangled

(A Moreno Brothers Holiday Novella)

Elizabeth Reyes

Kindle Edition

Copyright © 2014 Elizabeth Reyes

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business
establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Edited by
Theresa
Wegand

Cover Design by Amanda Simpson at
Pixel Mischief Design

To my
comadre
Inez <3

“Oh what a tangled web we weave,

When first we practise to deceive.”

Sir Walter Scott

Table of Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Epilogue

Note to my Wonderful Readers

Excerpt from
Felix

Excerpt from
Desert Heat

Acknowledgments

About the Author

One

Guess What?

anny held out his plate for Romero. “So why is she
going back to work again?”

“I told you. Because she wants to, okay?” Romero said, flipping
over the burgers on the grill. “It’s not even a sure thing, so drop it already.”

Manny shook his head as Romero put another burger on his plate. “I’m
just saying Romeo ain’t even five and that kid’s the biggest momma’s boy ever.
That’s gonna be tough.”

“All right.” Romero slid a patty onto Manny’s plate, already feeling
irritated. “First of all, he’s not a momma’s boy—”

“Ha!” Manny scoffed before Romero could finish. “You hear that,
Max? Romeo ain’t no momma’s boy?”

Max laughed, looking at Romero. “Yeah, and Manny ain’t fat.”

“Hey!” Manny suddenly frowned.

Aida laughed, leaning into Manny as he took the seat next to her.
“Don’t listen to him, sugar. You ain’t fat, and
you
”—she pointed at
Romero—“don’t listen to
them
. Romeo just loves his mommy as much as his
daddy does.”

“That’s right,” Romero said just as Izzy walked out the back door,
holding Romeo on her hip with one arm while talking on the phone with the
other. “
Babe
”—he frowned, refusing to even look at Manny or Max—“why you
holding him?”

She motioned to him that she was on the phone as she let Romeo
down.

“Is she still wiping his ass too?” Manny asked, already jiggling
with humor.

Romero turned to his uncle, even more annoyed now. “No, she’s not,
and he probably just woke up. He was taking a nap. He’s been having nightmares
lately.”

“Why?” Max asked. “Did you guys tell him she’s going back to
work?”

Manny started his wheezing laughter. “Yeah,
that’ll
give
that kid nightmares.”

Even Aida brought her hand over her mouth to smother her laughter,
but she couldn’t hold back the snort that escaped her and only made them all
laugh more.

“You know what?” Romero said, pointing and waving his grilling
spatula at all of them.

“Guess what?” Izzy said, smiling big as she walked toward them. “I
could be starting in as soon as a few weeks. That was Elliot,” she said,
motioning to the phone.

Romero lifted a brow, peering at her. “Who?”

“Professor Banderas,” she said, “the one at the university who
told me about the position in the first place.”

“But last night you said the professor whose place you’d be
taking might not leave after all.”

“He’s not,” she explained, reaching for a cucumber slice. “But
Elliot said he could use an assistant.”

“You’re not an assistant,” Romero reminded her, gripping the
spatula a little tighter. “You said you were excited about
teaching
again. That’s why you wanted to go back. And since when did this guy go from Professor
Banderas to Elliot?”

“He asked me to call him by his first name since we’re pretty
much gonna be working side by side.” She took a seat across from Max at the
patio table. “
And
he says I can do guest lectures a few times a week. He’ll
even help me prepare them since this is a first for me.”

Romero stared at her for a moment as she smiled sweetly—excited. The
irritation he’d already begun to feel because of Manny and Max’s comment
suddenly reached a new level.

“Momma, look!” Romeo rushed up to Izzy, holding some flowers from
the garden, then lowered his voice when he’d noticed he had everyone’s
attention. They all heard him anyway. “They’re pretty like you.”

Izzy took the flowers then pulled him to her. “Aw, my little
Romeo!” She smothered him with kisses, making him laugh uncontrollably.

Romero turned to his uncles and shot them a warning look before
they started running their mouths again. He took another hard swig of his beer.

“A few weeks, huh?” Romero asked, flipping over the burgers again
and doing his best not to sound as irritated as this made him. “That’s kind of
fast. What about the kids?”

“That’s what we were talking about just now. Elliot’s fine with
me coming in only while the kids are in school. I already checked, and the
school can extend Romeo’s pre-K hours from three to five. So I’d drop them off
and then be back to pick them up when they get out in the afternoon.”

Romeo had since run off again. Izzy stood up from where she was
sitting and walked over to Romero, leaning in to kiss him, then ran her hand
over his abdomen. “Either you’re flexing or you’re tense,” she said, lowering
her voice as she continued to run her hand over his abs.

“Neither,” Romero said, pulling her to him.

“Umm,” she said then giggled as she slipped her hand under his
shirt. “Then those workouts are paying off.
Very
nice.”

Romero peered at her for a second. It wasn’t unusual for her to
compliment him or even feel him up unabashed the way she just had, but she had
been known to try and butter him up when she thought he might be getting tense,
and she already admitted she thought he might be.

His uncles and Aida had gone back to their loud game of dominos. Standing
behind the big barbeque built-in, she lowered her hand where nobody could see it.
This was probably why Izzy was being so blatant and her hand was still having
fun under his shirt. “Something on your mind, Izzy?”

“Now it is,” she said with a sinful smile as her hand moved down
just inside the top of his shorts’ waistband. The kids’ squealing had her
moving her hand upwards quickly with a frown. “But I guess that’ll have to wait
until tonight when they’re in bed.”

Romero smirked and leaned into kiss her a little deeper than he
knew she’d be expecting. After a few seconds of his sucking her tongue, she
pulled away, a bit breathless, looking around.

“To be continued,” he said with a grin, staring at her lips.

Izzy smiled, walking around him to the small fridge just under
the counter. The moment she bent over he checked for the kids. They were far
enough away, so he slipped his hand over her shorts, down her ass and between
her legs.

“Stop!” she whispered, straightening out and looking around.

“Yeah, I better,” he agreed quickly, already having to adjust his
crotch. “
Damn!
”

Izzy giggled as she opened a bottle of iced tea and took a swig.
She leaned her elbows on the counter, tempting Romero to caress her ass again,
but he didn’t. Maybe if it were closer to the kids’ bedtime he would, but if he
kept on, it would just be torture until they finally fell asleep that night.

“So Elliot agreed that he’s good with me coming in only when the
kids are in school.” Izzy screwed the top of her bottle back on, looking out at
the play set where the kids played. “But twice a week he works in the evening, so
I thought since you’re home in the evenings most the time—maybe just to change
it up or if something’s going on where I need to be at the kids’ school that
day—I can do some evening work instead.”

Talk about a boner killer. Romero’s eyes immediately zeroed in on
hers. But after years of working on it, he managed to keep his temper down to a
mere sizzle. “
Evening
work?”

Izzy’s hand was immediately on his arm. “He has an evening class
twice a week. But if I do decide to go in at night, I’d only do it once a week.”
Her hand squeezed his upper arm, sliding up and down slowly. “Wow, you really
are tense.” She leaned over and lifted his sleeve, sprinkling kisses on his
outer bicep. “We’re definitely gonna have to do something about this tonight.”

Before he could comment on that or any of what she’d just laid on
him, their daughter Mandy squealed, wrapping herself around his legs.”

Within seconds, both his kids were running around Izzy and him,
trying to tag each other. When they declared they were hungry, Izzy began
putting plates together.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful with no more
mention of Izzy’s new job. Manny and Max didn’t even comment when Romeo asked
Izzy to help him with his bath later in the evening. But Romero did catch the
exchanged smirks as he walked them out.

“He doesn’t know how to work the jets in our bathtub, okay?”
Romero clarified as he walked them out.

Neither commented, but Max did have more to say about her going
back to work. “I just don’t get why she wouldn’t wait to go back to work until
after he’s settled in school. Remember pre-K wasn’t such a smooth transition
for Mandy. And your boy, well—”

“It’s not full-time, Max,” Romero reminded Max, closing the door
behind him as they all stepped out. “She’ll be there to drop him off and pick
him up from school.”

It was hard enough he had to play the part of the husband who was
entirely supportive of Izzy going back to work. He didn’t need her hearing that
his uncles had issues with it too.

Fortunately, the subject was quickly switched to Max’s new luxury
car as he showed off a few more of the gadgets it had. Romero managed to keep
the conversation on Max’s car until they left. He stood there as Max drove away
painfully slowly. As if his driving weren’t bad enough before, Max would now be
driving even more “carefully,” which meant all the
assholes
who didn’t
like driving the speed limit could just go around him. By the time Romero
cleaned up the barbeque area and the kitchen, Izzy had both kids ready for bed.

Time to go release some of the pent-up tension that’d only built
up the longer he cleaned quietly. The unsettling thoughts, not just of Izzy
going back to work but to be some dude’s assistant, sunk in even further.

Two

Compromise