Chapter 9
ON HER WAY OVER TO RING UP A CUSTOMER, Anika watched Carlos out of the corner of her eye. His biceps flexed every time he picked up another tool or piece of wood. She’d have to be blind not to notice the way his jeans fit just right, his physique accentuated by the heavy tool belt loaded up with probably ten different tools. She bit her lower lip. Carlos had seemed nervous about asking her to work with him, and she’d almost said no before she started tallying the extra dollars that would be added to her paycheck. It was a dangerous game she was playing. She was supposed to be staying away from the guy, not spending more time with him. So why did her stomach flip every time she thought about working with him?
Maybe it was because he was more than just a good-looking guy. Already
