“Like?”

“Like getting drunk and…” She took in the scene around her. “Hooking up with a hot cowboy.”

“Oh, boy. We’ve got a live one on our hands.”

Rosalina laughed, but it was hollow. Because it wasn’t a random hookup she wanted. It was Brodie.

Not going to happen.

You’re not compromising your first—and possibly only—business opportunity with meaningless sex.

“Have you ever done that?”

“Had a one-night stand?” Skylar shook her head. “I got knocked up by my high school boyfriend. He’s the only one I’ve been with. Have you?”

“Nope. I’ve only ever been with one guy, too.”

“I know it’s none of my business, but I’d heard you were engaged?”

Rosalina couldn’t believe how much she wanted to talk to someone—other than her mother—about what happened. “We’re taking a break.”

Skylar’s brown eyes went wide. “How close are you to the wedding?”

As much as she wanted to let it all out, get some perspective from an outsider, she had to be careful not to give too many details. “We haven’t set a date.”

“Because he ‘lost interest in you?’”

“Bing, bing, bing.”

“He’s a douchenozzle. I’m sorry, but he is. So, you said you’re taking a break, not that it’s over. Does that mean there’s hope for you guys?”

“It’s hard to say it out loud. We’ve been together forever, and our families are so…invested in us. But, no, it’s over.” As much as she wanted to give her parents and her country what they expected, she had to accept the truth. She couldn’t marry Marcel. Not only because of trust issues, but because she couldn’t accept a life sentence of a dutiful marriage.

“Does he agree? Or do you think he’ll try and fight for you?”

“He’ll fight, but it doesn’t matter. The issues are too big for us to overcome. In any event, I don’t want to think about it—him—while I’m here. I’ll deal with the fall-out when I get home. For now, I want to be free of it all.”

“I get that.”

Squeals and shouts came from the middle of the cavernous room. She turned to watch a group cheering on a woman riding the mechanical bull. The rider, who looked to be the same age as Rosalina, had unbuttoned the bottom half of her shirt and tied it over her stomach, leaving a patch of bare skin between it and tight, low-riding jeans. Her hips undulated, one arm in the air.

Rosalina couldn’t stop watching her. “Have you ever done that?”