Cunning Arcieros

Angelica

Klara was a darling.

I couldn’t believe I would ever think that way of any Arciero but there was no other way to describe her. For a woman of her beauty and qualifications, I had expected a grumpy boss lady—maybe those only existed in movies?

Whatever this was, the last thing I needed was a reason to think an Arciero could be nice. I had already made that mistake once and no matter what, I couldn’t lose myself this time. Not even to the charm of the two cutest kids I’d ever met. To be fair, I had never really allowed myself to be this close to kids. Maybe they were always cute and I just didn’t have the chance to find out. Lizzie was currently painting something at the table while I subtly drilled Klara for as much information about Curtis as I could get. I would have learned to learn more about the rest of the family but I would be treading on dangerous grounds.

“What’s the deal with Curtis and the kids, anyway?” I pried. I had realized how stiff their relationship was.