Chapter 10
What in the holy hell was that? Enzo didn’t kiss her, but he kind of kissed her. It was her cheek, close to her mouth—too close to her mouth but not close enough. In all the years she’d known him, she could count on one hand how many times he’d kissed her on the cheek. She wasn’t only surprised, but she was intrigued.
She’d always found Enzo attractive; it was hard not to with his dark hair and light blue eyes, chiseled jaw line and that rare glimpse of a smile, but something shifted.
He was no longer Ella’s hot older brother. He was Enzo, hot man who kissed her cheek and almost got her mouth, who smelled clean and crisp despite being surrounded by lobster rolls all day. How did this even happen? When did this happen?
She locked the door to her shop and hurried to her car. S
