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the faucet. She dried her hands on the dishtowel. “Yep, that’s the one. She’d grab her crotch and shout all kinds of obscenities.”
    “Man, she was one sick puppy.”
    Kayla laughed. “We should’ve fixed her up with Crazy Charlie.”
    “I just got a visual. And it wasn’t pretty.”
    “What do you think happened to them?”
    “We’ll never know,” he said.
    Kayla stood across the counter from him. He watched in awe as she wrapped her pretty lips around the beer bottle. It was nice to reminisce; they had some of the same childhood memories. She finished her drink and pressed her stomach against the granite. “I can’t believe we didn’t run into each other all these years. It’s not like I didn’t come home for family visits.”
    He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
    “I’m surprised you didn’t move away.”
    He’d never thought about living anyplace else. He loved South Florida. “And go where? My family is here.”
    Kayla nodded. “I know what you mean. Why do you think I came back?”
    “Yeah, I’m happy. And I got this house now.” He looked around the room, marveled at his good fortune. He’d definitely been the beneficiary of a weak housing market. When property values recovered–and they would–he’d be sitting on a nice investment. Not that he planned on cashing in anytime soon. He liked the idea of having a place to call home. “When I get finished with it, it’ll be like new,” he said, thinking about his grand plans.
    Kayla leaned her elbows on the counter and rested her chin in her palms. “So you’re good with your hands?” Her lovely dark eyes danced.
    The battle to kiss her waged on. “I’m real good,” he said. Well, it was true. Just ask Dylan and Christian about his work.
    “Why? You get a lot of practice?” Her pink tongue licked the corner of her mouth.
    The double-meaning had him nodding his head. “I do,” he said, staring at her lips and stringing her along.
    “Show me and let me be the judge.” She cocked her head and smiled.
    Another time, a different woman, and he would’ve been all over that. Nico got up from the stool. He held out a hand. “Come.”
    Kayla came around the counter and took his hand. “Lead the way,” she said, watching him intently.
    Her touch sent obscene messages directly to his groin. He’d held hands with plenty of women. No biggie, right? Tell it to the rest of him.
    He’d gone without sex for a while. The dry spell had been self-imposed, not because he didn’t love sex. Hell, his Latin blood burned a little hotter than the average guy’s. But what came after sex… Complications. There’d be plenty of time for entanglements, after he accomplished a few goals. Coming from a broken home hadn’t totally jaded him. One day, he’d have a wife, kids and the whole nine yards. Maybe his father couldn’t handle responsibility, but Nico looked forward to the role.
    He didn’t have every detail figured out, but he did have a plan. And that plan didn’t include his boy’s baby sister, no matter what his sex-starved body told him. It was wrong–yet felt so right–to lust for Kayla. Shit. He didn’t need all this confusion. But damn, he really liked holding her hand.
    Nico led her to the backyard because right now, it was the best part of the house and he wanted her to see it. He also needed some air.
    Kayla’s eyes widened the minute they stepped outside.
    “What do you think?” he asked, though her slack jaw said it all.
    “Holy paradise!” She squeezed his hand. “This is gorgeous.”
    Nico closed his eyes for a second. He wanted to absorb the friction between them. Pulsing music from inside the house poured through the outside surround-sound speakers. A dark sky glittered with silver stars.
    While she took in every inch of the patio, he took in every inch of her. He’d always felt something had been missing from the tropical oasis he’d recreated from a picture in a home remodeling