*~*Love Notes: Tiago to Salana – Salt by Mara White*~*

 She’s a doctor, he’s a gangster.

I cannot wait to get more of Tiago after this note!

Keep reading to see the full Love Note!

Salt,

By the time this letter gets to you they’ll probably have moved you to a different post. But I have faith that it will get there at the right time no matter if you want to read it or you don’t. I got Ma all settled up in your apartment and you shouldn’t have done it. She now thinks she’s high lord queen of Washington Heights and has started up a gossip chain with her old biddies from the neighborhood. I was afraid she’d die of a heart attack on the spot when I showed her you got a washer-dryer right there in the hallway closet. Seventy-six years of scrubbing by hand and dragging carts full of clothes down the basement or laundromat in a walk-up makes you appreciate the small things in life. She had ladies over after church just to brag and I’m sorry to report that she’s using all your vases, but they stuffed full of fake flowers. She also plastered Catholic Home stickers all over your front door, the kind that never come off.

            As for me I’m laying low and working on the straight and narrow. Trying to make you proud, Salt, even though I got no idea when you’re coming back or if you’ll still want us to be together. But I been hitting the pavement putting out that resume we made. Something’ll turn up and I’ll get my shit together. The guys in the neighborhood still ask about you, even Chico and shit. When I tell them you’re in Afghanistan they look at me like I’m hitting the hard shit.

Thought she was a doctor? She’s a fucking lady soldier?

I just tell them to fuck off, that you’re a fucking warrior.

            Just follow your dreams, Salt. I can’t give you much, but freedom? – that I can give you. Then those fucks look at me like I drank the Kool-Aid, you know, the pussy flavored one. And the truth is I did drink it—the moment I fucking saw you. Sixteen at the horse-riding camp for the Fresh Air Fund in the Bronx. When Chico fell off of his horse I said thanks to fucking God for giving me an in and letting me have that one chance. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Salana, and the most painful. Fuck if I didn’t drink the Kool-Aid. And I’m gonna hold it down. Either till you come back home to me or if I gotta fly halfway across the world to come and rescue you. I got your back, girl. Always.

            Follow your dreams, Salt. Do your thing. But don’t you dare forget about me. You got a home to come home to someday and a reformed hard-ass thug who is all fucked up over you.

And who truly, truly loves you,

                        Tiago

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.