pulling the blankets tighter around her. The bed was definitely warm enough, soft and comfortable. She snuggled up against the source of warmth, hearing an indistinct murmur in response. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep.
Something awakened her suddenly, someone shoving her away. Kayla yelled as she felt herself sliding out of the bed, unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. The light switched on suddenly, and she saw Ramon, a blanket clutched desperately around his naked body, staring down at her in surprise.
“Madre de Dios!”
Chapter Eleven
“Ramon, what's wrong?” someone called from outside the bedroom, then the door was flung open. Roberta stood in the doorway, looking down at Kayla on the floor, and Ramon, wrapped in a blanket, on the bed. She began to laugh.
“It's not funny, Berta,” Ramon began indignantly. Carlos appeared in the doorway, looking over Roberta's shoulder, his hair still dripping from the shower and a towel wrapped around his midriff.
His eyes darkened when he saw Kayla, and she felt a shiver run down her back. This is ­going to be bad. He's furious, I can tell by his eyes.
“Where did you find her?” Carlos demanded of Ramon.
“I don't know, she just appeared, I woke up and she was here.”
Carlos crossed the room, reaching down to grab Kayla by the shoulders and hauling her to her feet. “Where have you been, all this week? How did you get out of Luis' house?”
Kayla shook her head. Carlos' eyes narrowed, and he raised one hand. “You will talk to me, girl! You'll—”
“Carlos, stop it!” Roberta caught Carlos' raised hand, held it tightly in her own. He glared at her; to Kayla's surprise, Roberta glared right back at him. “She came back, right? That's all that matters. She is here now.”
“But she's—”
“Carlos, you've dropped your towel,” Roberta ­observed tartly, and Kayla quickly averted her eyes. “Go put on some clothes.”
With a last fierce look at Kayla, Carlos stalked away, slamming the bedroom door shut behind him.
“And you, Ramie!” Roberta turned on him. “What were you doing with this girl in your room?”
“Roberta, I didn't do anything!” Ramon protested.
Yeah, that's the pity, Kayla thought. If he hadn't yelled so loudly . . .