Chapter 10
CARLOS SLAPPED AT HIS ALARM CLOCK the following morning at six o’clock. Before he even opened his eyes, thoughts of Anika swirled in from every direction. Usually when he was working on a project with a tight timeline like the soda fountain, he’d spend every minute visualizing what he needed to do to transform something old into something new and functional. But all he could see was Anika and the way she looked last night. Her light brown hair pulled back, revealing the slender lines of her neck. Her ivory skin looked soft and her bright blue eyes lit up something inside his chest.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. There was something special about Anika. Last night it seemed like she was about to open up and talk to him, but then she’d left in a hurry. There was a
