Kyla tried to focus on her work, but yesterday's scene kept gnawing at her.
Could she have been too hard on Carlos?
After all, she was the one who kept pushing him to the edge. He warned her, but she didn't stop. It was technically her fault, so why was she so mad about it?
Even as he trapped her against the table last night, she still felt the heat and reminder of how he made her feel.
She was the crazy one.
Not him.
At lunch, Kyla received a call from Chelsea.
"Hey, Chels. Is your aunt back from Paris?"
"Nope. I guess she is still chilling with my soon-to-be stepdad. Man got her brain all wiped out. She doesn't have time for her daughter anymore."
"Sorry," Kyla muttered.
"No need for the pity. I'm fine without her. I've been fine."
No, she wasn't. Kyla knew how much Chelsea lo
