Lucky 7 Bad Boys Contemporary Romance Boxed Set by Virna DePaul, Tawny Weber, Nina Bruhns, Charity Pineiro, Sophia Knightly, Susan Hatler, Kristin Miller
Authors: Virna DePaul, Tawny Weber, Nina Bruhns, Charity Pineiro, Sophia Knightly, Susan Hatler, Kristin Miller
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Havana. He doubted she had ever been anything other than the good little girl her parents had expected. Like her brother, Alex, she had gone to college and earned the degrees necessary for her career.
Rey had never been able to go back to high school, although he had obtained his GED and whatever licenses were necessary for his business. But he was still light years away from Bianca, educationally and socially. If she knew what he really was. . .
He shook off that thought and glanced at his wristwatch. Although it was barely four in the morning, he knew all hope of getting back to sleep was gone.
He rose, slipped into his work clothes, and headed for the restaurant.
In the early calm of a Sunday morning, he'd be able to inspect the work they'd done yesterday, review his schedule for the rest of the week, as well as get in some hard manual labor.
He hoped the latter would help drive away any lingering remnants of the dream about Bianca and his worries about her finding out the kind of man he really was.
Chapter Nine
Bianca was surprised by the banging that greeted her as she opened the door to the restaurant. She had expected to spend a quiet Sunday morning with the paper and some coffee before tackling some more of the cleaning the kitchen required. Diana and Eduardo would be by later that afternoon to join her.
Her knapsack slung over her shoulder, and cradling a bag from the local deli against her chest, she walked past the bar area and into the main portion of the restaurant.
Rey was there, swinging the sledgehammer at one of the walls. It was clear from the pile of rubble littering the floor and the sheen of sweat on his body that he had been at work for quite a while.
"I didn't expect you here," she called out to him and he jumped, as if in surprise, before turning toward her.
There was no smile on his face and no hint of invitation as he said, "I wasn't expecting you either, Princess."
It was clear from the tone in his voice that he wasn't happy to see her. His attitude stung a little since she had thought something more was developing between them.
Since she wasn't going to stay where she wasn't wanted, Bianca said, "Well, I guess I'll leave you to your smashing and destruction."
Rey hated seeing the way she got her guard up, but knew he was responsible with his unfriendly behavior.
"I'm sorry," he replied, laid down the sledgehammer, and grabbed a shirt to cover himself. He walked toward her and stopped when he was about a foot away. "I didn't sleep well. I'm just cranky and I'm sorry."
She stood there, eyeballing him, and then she relaxed a little, smile and shook her head. "Poor baby needs a nap, is that it?"
Rey laughed, took a half step closer and smelled the delicious aroma of coffee and fresh bread. He leaned toward her, grinning. "Baby is real hungry as well. Do you have anything in there you might be willing to share?" he asked expectantly.
Bianca glanced down in the bag, then up at him, and smiled. "I guess I don't really need two coffees or all of that Cuban toast. Why don't you follow me into the kitchen, get washed up, and join me for a quick bite?"
He knew her invitation was for food, but he was hard pressed not to think of other things he'd like to bite. The dream from the night before was still too firmly lodged in his brain.
Driving those thoughts from his mind, he tagged along behind her into the kitchen, where he stripped off his shirt and washed away some of the grit and sweat of his labors. When he turned, she was watching him intently, and the look in her eyes was just too hard for him to resist.
He walked toward her, bare-chested. If the princess was interested, he was going to go for it. He'd worry about telling her the truth about himself if things got more serious.
Bianca had known she was in trouble from the moment he had faced her, his upper body bare, and a hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with food. He looked better every time she saw him and now
Rey had never been able to go back to high school, although he had obtained his GED and whatever licenses were necessary for his business. But he was still light years away from Bianca, educationally and socially. If she knew what he really was. . .
He shook off that thought and glanced at his wristwatch. Although it was barely four in the morning, he knew all hope of getting back to sleep was gone.
He rose, slipped into his work clothes, and headed for the restaurant.
In the early calm of a Sunday morning, he'd be able to inspect the work they'd done yesterday, review his schedule for the rest of the week, as well as get in some hard manual labor.
He hoped the latter would help drive away any lingering remnants of the dream about Bianca and his worries about her finding out the kind of man he really was.
Chapter Nine
Bianca was surprised by the banging that greeted her as she opened the door to the restaurant. She had expected to spend a quiet Sunday morning with the paper and some coffee before tackling some more of the cleaning the kitchen required. Diana and Eduardo would be by later that afternoon to join her.
Her knapsack slung over her shoulder, and cradling a bag from the local deli against her chest, she walked past the bar area and into the main portion of the restaurant.
Rey was there, swinging the sledgehammer at one of the walls. It was clear from the pile of rubble littering the floor and the sheen of sweat on his body that he had been at work for quite a while.
"I didn't expect you here," she called out to him and he jumped, as if in surprise, before turning toward her.
There was no smile on his face and no hint of invitation as he said, "I wasn't expecting you either, Princess."
It was clear from the tone in his voice that he wasn't happy to see her. His attitude stung a little since she had thought something more was developing between them.
Since she wasn't going to stay where she wasn't wanted, Bianca said, "Well, I guess I'll leave you to your smashing and destruction."
Rey hated seeing the way she got her guard up, but knew he was responsible with his unfriendly behavior.
"I'm sorry," he replied, laid down the sledgehammer, and grabbed a shirt to cover himself. He walked toward her and stopped when he was about a foot away. "I didn't sleep well. I'm just cranky and I'm sorry."
She stood there, eyeballing him, and then she relaxed a little, smile and shook her head. "Poor baby needs a nap, is that it?"
Rey laughed, took a half step closer and smelled the delicious aroma of coffee and fresh bread. He leaned toward her, grinning. "Baby is real hungry as well. Do you have anything in there you might be willing to share?" he asked expectantly.
Bianca glanced down in the bag, then up at him, and smiled. "I guess I don't really need two coffees or all of that Cuban toast. Why don't you follow me into the kitchen, get washed up, and join me for a quick bite?"
He knew her invitation was for food, but he was hard pressed not to think of other things he'd like to bite. The dream from the night before was still too firmly lodged in his brain.
Driving those thoughts from his mind, he tagged along behind her into the kitchen, where he stripped off his shirt and washed away some of the grit and sweat of his labors. When he turned, she was watching him intently, and the look in her eyes was just too hard for him to resist.
He walked toward her, bare-chested. If the princess was interested, he was going to go for it. He'd worry about telling her the truth about himself if things got more serious.
Bianca had known she was in trouble from the moment he had faced her, his upper body bare, and a hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with food. He looked better every time she saw him and now
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