awful experience had started. I look like Annie Lennox now, she thought with glee. Except that she's blond. Well, maybe I can try that next. “How 'bout a pair of leather pants?” she asked Ramon as they walked past a store with mannequins in skintight black and red leather in the window. “It would look great with my haircut.”
“Absolutely not,” Ramon said in a tone that didn't allow room for arguing.
“Oh, you're no fun,” she said, still looking at the clothing in the window. A heavy weight landed on her shoulders, and she saw that ­Ramon had draped his black leather jacket over her. “What?”
“For you, vida mia, since you want some leather clothes.” As Kayla stared at the jacket in shock, ­Ramon turned away quickly and started walking down the street.
Jose said something in Spanish, and the other man laughed. Kayla followed Ramon down the street, wishing the men had spoken in English so she could understand them.
Then again, maybe I'm better off not knowing what these guys are saying about me. . . .
She caught up with Ramon in front of a ­department store. “Hey, take your jacket back, I don't want it!”
“You don't?” He looked at her, surprised. “But I thought you wanted