CHAPTER 25
DARK FEELING
Carlos and Blanca walked through a sliding glass door. He carried a glass of vodka mixed with cranberry, while Blanca had a glass of champagne. Her black dress, which clung to her curves and left little to the imagination, made him breathless. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss those inviting lips, but knew she didn’t want anything more than friendship. But he sure as hell wondered what it would be like to taste those lips.
Several guests stood on the outside deck. Carlos looked at Blanca, whose eyes wandered across the view from the balcony. The warm, gentle breeze blew her hair over her eyes. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to reach out and draw her hair out of her eyes, but she appeared distant, turning to look through the glass doors into t
