Page 74 of His Wild Attraction

“Where did you get this?”

“Oh, I ordered it for you, uh, after you guys moved in. My mom swears by them,” he said, a sheepish grin on his handsome face.

Dangerous, thoughtful man.

“Smart lady. I think I like her even more now,” I said, and made a mental note to find out what his mom liked so we could get her a whole month’s supply of it for her upcoming birthday.

“Do you? Like my mom,” he said, and bit his lower lip.

I nodded.

“Of course, I do. She’s a good woman. Has to be to have raised you,” I replied shyly.

“Oh,” he said, and I swore I saw something flash inside that stormy gaze of his.

Like lightning.

“So, would you like a juice box, water, or seltzer?” he asked, holding them up.

“Um, juice box,” I said, reaching for it.

But instead of handing it to me, Andres tore off the straw and opened it. He stuck the sharp end through the box, then he held it to my mouth and waited for me to take a sip.

I did.

And it was good.

“Press play, Angel,” Andres said, sitting back and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I leaned into him, placing the bowl of popcorn and the bag of candy on our laps. The movie started.

My husband squeezed my arm, and I adjusted the heating pad to where I was cramping on my lower back.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I replied.

And it was.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and I came to a decision.

A really important decision.

I decided to trust my gut where Andres was concerned. To take what he offered me—his kindness, his affection, his support—and to hold on to it with both hands.

I was a pretty avid reader, and if there was one mistake heroes and heroines the book world over made time and again, it was that they wasted time.

They didn’t listen to their hearts or trust their instincts.

My mind told me this was too fast. I’d already made a mess of my life over a man, and I shouldn’t be in a rush to do it again.

But my heart told me Andres wasn’t anything like Gary. It told me I could depend on him. That he was trustworthy and dependable.

I decided right then to shut my mind off. To simply enjoy the way Andres spoiled me with popcorn and candy.

I knew it was little more than a simple stay-in movie date. But with it, Andres Ramirez just blew my mind. And I was so there for it.

I felt cracks shaking the foundation of the wall I’d built around my heart, and I closed my eyes as they shattered and crumbled.

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