Kyla didn't waste a moment to take the hug. She tapped her back twice, pulled from the hug, and held her shoulder.
“You should come to Paris sometime,” Helen said.
“Maybe after I'm done setting up my new clinic. I'll surely visit.”
“When you do. I'll prepare something special. An old French dish my grandmother taught me. A little too heavy for the wine, but it is a secret.”
"Once I'm done setting up my clinic. I'll definitely visit."
Helen nodded, then her face turned serious as she faced Carlos.
"I hope you take good care of her, Mr. Redd."
"Very well." Carlos met Kyla's gaze, a subtle smirk on his lips. "I'll always do"
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CARLOS
Kyla gasped as her back hit the wall; heavy moan slipped past her parted lips, mixing with the rush of the shower wetting them.
Carlos's mouth
