ON FRIDAY NIGHT ENRIQUE walked up to Sarah’s front door and almost sat down on the step without knocking.
Fear and regret washed over him in alternating waves of hot and cold. What if she had found someone else? What if she didn’t want him? His spine straightened in denial as his pride kicked at him with the strength of a mule.
Of course, she would want him, and if she didn’t, he would take her straight to bed and make love to her until she agreed to everything he wanted. He grinned at the thought, giving him the confidence to knock.
A brunette with a worried look on her face opened the door.
“Hello, I’m looking for Sarah,” Enrique greeted the woman.
“Yes, I know. I’m Tania, and Sarah is in the spa, she hurt her back today lifting one of the children. Do your best not to upset he
