Nothing Pluto said gave Ricardo comfort.
When Darlene opened the door, Ricardo smiled warmly, glad when the warm greeting was returned. He waved to the media and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.
He came face to face with a very pissed-off woman.
“What are you doing here?” Carol demanded.
She was practically exhaling smoke, her tawny eyes blazing hot. He gave himself a moment to process his emotions but couldn’t help but admire her beauty instead. She was dressed in navy slacks, a cream button-down shirt and white socks. Her hair was down, with a minimum dusting of cosmetics. She smelled wonderful. The familiar anger and betrayal made no grand entrance.
His attention diverted when Sam and Gabe came forward, each taking hold of a fistful of Carol’s slacks. He understood in
