One Perfect Man. Lynda Sandoval

back sometime soon.”

      “Oh, believe me,” Erica replied, laughter in her tone. “I’m going to need your help on this quinceañera. I fear you’ll see so much of me you’ll be begging me to leave.”

      Tomás watched as the two women shook hands. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine ever growing tired of Erica’s company. He could tell by Ruby’s amused, knowing stare that she agreed, and also that she knew what he’d been thinking.

      On that note, what in the hell had he been thinking? After fourteen years of avoiding even the remote possibility of entanglements that might put Hope in a vulnerable position, he’d willingly brought a beautiful woman into his house, into all their lives, even if only for business reasons. She was here, and the memory of her, he knew, would linger even when she’d left.

      Hope liked her. Ruby liked her.

      He even liked her, maybe a little too much.

      He avoided entanglements, sure, but he’d never claimed to be celibate, and right now his libido was in rage mode. Damn. What had he been thinking, indeed?