It was official. I was every bit the chump Vincente had told me I was.
But I can't fucking help it.
Keeping my eyes off Katarina Montenegro when she looked like that was impossible. Keeping my mind off her when she was so close was even more impossible. I couldn't do anything more than finish another round of poker and follow where I'd seen her disappear to.
"Marco's engaged, right?" I heard Andreya ask, and Katarina's quiet response. One of them hummed, and then receding footsteps. "Who knows? I might go on a world tour tonight."
I rounded the corner just in time to catch the annoyed look on Katarina's face before she scoffed and pushed her way into the women's restroom.
I shouldn't have followed her. I really, really shouldn't have followed her, but I couldn't. Fucking. Help it.