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way—that's why Patty kept her a secret.
    Ever since Ramon met Patty, she made offhand remarks about finding him a girlfriend. Ramon respected Patty too much to tell her exactly how he felt about that. But he doubted his opinion would've mattered in this situation.
    As much as he'd miss Tom and Patty, at least he knew they weren't considering a move to Turnbrook. They would go back up north soon and hopefully he wouldn't have to worry about any more strange city girls showing up at his house with luggage.
    Ramon hid just outside the kitchen, mulling over various ways to make himself scarce for the night, when Isaac popped out to the hallway.
    "Wuh-moan!" Isaac smiled like he was about to burst. He grabbed Ramon's hand and started tugging, exclaiming, "Mah-cy's in the kitchen!" with familiarity, as if Ramon was already acquainted with her.
    Ramon smirked down at him. Marcy's name was mentioned quite often in passing, but no one said anything about her visiting.
    Isaac's face puckered in frustration. "Come on!" He pulled Ramon's hand even harder, his socked feet slipping along the hardwood floor.
    "Fine." Ramon sighed and trudged ahead, intent on showing Patty and everyone else exactly how unhappy he was about this obvious set-up.
    The voices in the kitchen went silent as Ramon entered the room. He kept his head down, making sure to avoid their eyes. But mostly, he wanted to avoid a glimpse at this uninvited house guest until absolutely necessary.
    When Isaac let go of Ramon's hand, Victor said, "Marcy, this is my brother, Ramon."
    Ramon shot Victor a cold glance, then stared back down at the floor.
    Isaac's sudden voice startled him. "That's Wuh-moan. I wike him! He's the one who…"
    Shutting his eyes and mouth tight, Ramon listened to Isaac chatter away to this chick about what a great guy he was.
    Ramon his grumbling inside, now feeling like a jerk in the face of all those compliments.
    But damn it. Shouldn't he have the right to decide who stays under his roof?
    After Isaac stopped talking, he heard Marcy say, "Hi Ramon. It's nice to meet you."
    Ramon opened his eyes, expecting to see her nearby, ready to shake his hand. But instead, she stood across the kitchen beside Patty, offering him a wave.
    He looked at the brunette and said, "Hi there," letting his eyes flicker down her body for a split second in a technique he believed he had perfected. She'd never know he just checked her out. In that split second, he saw her body was short and thick. He figured if she grew another three or four inches she'd probably seem skinny. Her shirt wasn't revealing, but tight enough to show him how well she filled it out. He already looked forward to seeing how she'd rate from behind.
    So, upon his initial assessment, Ramon definitely found her attractive, but he still resented her presence in his house. Besides, she wasn't his type. Too much makeup. And that long, chocolate brown hair was too shiny and perfect to be natural. She struck him as the kind of girl who'd spend her last ten bucks at a beauty salon before she'd pay her own rent.
    Ramon scowled at Patty and decided to make his true feelings known. "So, I guess this was your doin'?"
    Patty widened her eyes with a stunned expression. "Excuse me?"
    Ramon shook his head. "You think I'm stupid? This strange woman shows up at my house with luggage? You could've told me Victor and Cara were at the airport before dinner."
    Victor cleared his throat and placed a hand on Ramon's back. "If you wanna take it up with someone, it's me. It was my idea to invite Marcy. She's Cara's best friend. We need her help with the wedding and the housekeeping."
    "Oh really?" Ramon narrowed his eyes at Victor.
    "Yes, really ," Victor said, his eyes piercing Ramon's. "She's gonna live here for the next month to keep your house in order for the remainder of our stay. She had her own cleaning business. She's really good."
    Ramon's heart sank at Victor's mention of them only staying another month. But he was