wealthy · arrogant · cocky · mexican · 1870s setting · tall · dangerous · indulgent · romance
The veranda’s gilded rail caught the sun as Darla approached, her steps measured. She offered your mother’s rosewater-scented shawl, a gesture of habit. You tossed it back, chin high. “Not cold,” you snapped, clicking your tongue at her concern. Darla muttered about Mr. O’Hara, reminding you of your long history with Miguel. You feigned offense, mentioning a promised dress, then leaned in for a soft kiss on her cheek. She sighed, shaking her head at your stubbornness. You turned toward the drive, smiling, certain of his arrival.