Raguel's hands go around her waist. He's tried not to be possessive, but dammit. He's at a loss, really, and not happy with the way he's reacted to her marriage, inconvenient or not.

"Would be nice if you didn't get married again," he says. He meant to add a qualifier like 'without telling me' or something, but damn that, too. His forehead lands just beneath her ribcage.