After taking the clothes, I scan the house for Mom and spot her at the front porch talking to Melene. They'll probably talk for hours. I smile and rush back to the bath room in the backyard.

I push open the door just a little to slip inside and close it behind.

Carlos is already in the tub, surrounded by the steam, his wet hair brushed back, leaving a few strands hovering over his forehead.

When has he ever not looked hot?

“Something wrong?” I ask, noticing the way his gaze stays on ...