"Sassy," Antonio muttered, watching the way Camila's hips swayed as she walked away. Her heels clicked on the floor, making a sharp sound with every step.

He picked up the glass of water the waitress had placed on the table and took a long sip.

Camila was like a fascinating puzzle, all sharp-tongued and fiery retorts. But there was something far more interesting, and he found himself increasingly drawn to uncovering it.

He leaned back in his chair, watching her completely ...