"She's an okay-looking girl. You sound surprised
that she would have a boyfriend, Kade."
He thought of another man with Garcelle, and he couldn't deny that the rumbling in his stomach was
nothing but the green-eyed monster ... jealousy.
"You go ahead and get dressed. I'll just ride back
over with you. No need for two cars," said Zorrie.
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
But Kade barely paid her any mind as he dropped
the comforter to the floor and walked into the bathroom. "Man, what the hell?"
The tub was indeed filled with water. He knew
Zorrie was just trying to be helpful, but it was irritating to him that she had been in his room and in
his clothes.
Not as irritating as seeing Garcelle with another man.
This thought seemed to pop out of nowhere. He
had no right to feel so possessive about Garcelle.
None at all.
He sat down on the edge of the tub and then
reached down to lift the drain.
Podria enamorarme de ti muy, muy facilmente.
Kade's heart swelled in his chest at the memory
of her words. He wished he knew the meaning. Regardless, the words had touched him. Just like the
look in her eyes as they stood on that porch.
He'd felt that same intensity that day they first
met, on Kahron's porch ... and again when she
took center stage, dancing at Kahron and Bianca's
wedding reception. That day she had made him
feel like she danced just for him.
The long muscle hanging down between his thighs
stirred. The thought of Garcelle caused his blood
to rush. When he rose to his feet, his penis hung
heavily away from his muscled frame. The thought
of Garcelle wanting him ... desiring him ... made
him hard.
Kade massaged the full ten-inch length of it as he stepped into the tub and turned the shower on full
blast. He was glad for that first jolt of cool water
before it warmed up. His hardness eased, but he
knew it would take more than cold water to get Garcelle out of his system.
She had made him feel alive again.
Still ... he was a man, not an animal. He was in
control of his actions. He had no intention of pursuing Garcelle Santos. None at all.
9
The devil made me do it.
That was the only explanation Garcelle could give
for why she'd chosen to wear the same crimson red
sundress that she'd worn to Kahron and Bianca's
wedding reception. Although she was normally
dressed casually in shorts or jeans, she did have plenty
of other more formal outfits she could have worn.
Nothing but el diablo had made her reach in her
closet for that dress.
Over the rim of her cup, Garcelle surveyed the
large crowd of people enjoying the festivities on the
front lawn and in the backyard of Hank King's
home. She turned as she felt Joaquin's hand at the
small of her back. It was an odd moment to discover that his touch of her bare skin did nothing to
her. No shivers. No heat. No chemistry.
"Having fun ... ? " asked Joaquin.
The rest of his words faded into nothing when she
caught sight of Kade's SUV pulling into the yard.
Her hand clutched her cup tighter as she suddenly
felt thirsty and hot. Her breath caught in her throat
as he parked and climbed out of the vehicle, in a black polo and jeans. The color of his shirt emphasized his silver hair and the deep bronze of his skin.
She fanned herself with her hand as she took a
sip of her punch. Her eyes widened as Kade strode
around the SUV and opened the passenger door.
Those eyes hardened at the sight of him helping
Zorrie exit the vehicle. Those eyes pierced the
couple as they strode together toward the rest of
the partygoers.
When Kade looked in her direction from across
the yard, Garcelle held his stare for a long time,
before Zorrie said something to draw his attention.
Garcelle turned her back to them and reached up
to wipe an imaginary crumb from Joaquin's sculptured cheek.
Joaquin smiled as he slid his hand across her
back and pulled her a bit closer. He bent down to
whisper in her ear. "We look good
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