Chapter Twelve
SARAH SWALLOWED HARD. How was she going to tell him her news now?
“What do you mean... no?” Enrique asked, his eyebrows rising high on his forehead. Then he started to take his shirt off. “Would you like me to get in there with you?”
Yes, please...
Sarah had never seen such a devastating sight as the one in front of her. Enrique almost shirtless was enough to make a grown woman weep.
“No!” Sarah almost screamed the word.
Enrique’s hands stilled on the buttons he was undoing.
“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He asked, dropping to his knees in front of her again.
“I need to ask you something,” Sarah told him steadily. She needed to get this out, and quickly, for he would know as soon as he touched her.
“Anything,” Enrique vowed to her.
Sarah held her breath for a full
