Alicia tried desperately to ignore that searing stare drilling into her, but it proved impossible. She finally sighed in exasperation. "Would you please stop staring? It's not like flowers are blooming on my face!"
"Please. Your heart's always on the verge of betrayal," Carlos shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The words left Alicia speechless, more from frustration than anything. In his eyes, she'd forever be the woman who'd betray him—no, worse, the one who stirred up trouble just for sport.
With a look of weary defeat, she propped her chin on her hand and gazed out the window. Then Carlos's icy voice cut through the silence. "Had your fill? Seems my brother pulled out all the stops for you."
She smirked, slow and deliberate, before nodding. If he wanted to play rough, she'd
