Carmen served food and drinks and already consumed more alcohol than she should. Especially considering she’d only sampled one of the little meatballs Liam had made. She kept thinking she’d stop and make herself a plate of food, but people kept distracting her. A nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her that she didn’t need to watch Rosa as much as she had been.
Jealousy had spiked when she’d seen Rosa in the kitchen with her microskirt hiked up while getting a beer from the fridge. Carmen knew better. Rosa was her cousin and she would never make a move on Carmen’s boyfriend. But Liam had looked. How could he not?
From across the room, she watched as Rosa recounted her day on the truck with Liam, a story she’d already told a dozen times, but which neither of them had bothered t
