In a groggy haze, Alicia realized they'd already been in Hawaii for a week.
Life had grown unbearably dull—thanks entirely to Carlos, a man as romantic as a spreadsheet. Buried in work, he had no clue how to savor life's pleasures.
But the most infuriating part? The morning after her drunken escapade, Carlos had perched on the edge of the bed like a brooding hawk, eyes burning with intensity as he stared her down.
"Do you have any idea what you did last night?"
His face dark as a stormcloud made her tilt her head. She vaguely remembered drinking with a handsome stranger—had her years of scheming finally paid off?
Just as triumph warmed her chest, Carlos's voice dripping with frost cut in, "I'll never forgive you for staying out so late drinking with another man!"
Alicia massaged her
