Winning Back His Wife (14 page)

Out on the balcony with the
wind blowing so freely he could calm him his body’s temperature, if only a
little.

“Thank you for taking care of
me.” A tiny voice said from behind him.

He sucked in a lungful of air
before turning to face her. “It was not a problem, you needed help.”

She stood there nervously
flipping her sunglasses from hand to hand. Having addressed him, Rafe found
that she was not looking at him.

“What is your name?”
Why
the hell did I ask that?
He questioned himself. She would be leaving any
minute now and he would probably never see her again and that was fine with
him.

“My name is Dahlia.” She
raised the most mesmerizing cocoa-brown eyes and looked him dead in the eyes as
she delivered the sought-after information.

 Man, he was in deep
trouble!

 
“Dahlia…” He tested the name on his tongue. “An
unusual name, but
precioso
nonetheless. I am Raphael Lopéz Cavos.” He
dared not offer his hand. Touching her would be a huge mistake. This girl-woman
standing nervously in front of him, chewing on her sensual lips without a clue
as to what she was doing to him was bad for his health.

“How old are you, Dahlia?”

“Hmmm…?” She shook her head
lightly, focusing on what he was asking.

“I asked your age.” He
pressed.

“Oh...” She exclaimed. “I’m
twenty-three.”

Relief flooded him at her
response. At least he wouldn’t feel like some sort of pervert when he did what
he was about to do.

“Qué bueno,”
he stated before lowering his mouth to claim her
waiting lips and experienced his first taste of heaven.

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