Alejandro wanted to curse his brother out for interrupting the moment with Francine. Fleeing him, her confusion-and yes, lust-plain to see. He longed to chase after her, to make her admit she wanted him. That she wanted to forget her plan with Mitchell and be with him instead.
In the space of twenty-four hours, Alejandro, ladies man and king of the one night stands, had fallen hard for a short and curvy she-wolf. And despite what he tried to tell himself, he knew with a certainty he'd rarely felt in his life that one taste would never be enough.
But how to convince her that while perhaps Mitchell was meant for her, it seemed fate decided she'd also have another?