Spicy Desires
Dark hair, sharp jawline, that same calm expression that always made him look like he knew more than he said.
Ramon.
Her stomach tightened, not in pain, not in fear… but in irritation. Sharp and immediate.
Of all places.
Of all nights.
Her first instinct was to look away, pretending she hadn’t seen him. She didn’t want her evening touched by him in any way. She didn’t want his presence connected to this moment, to this achievement.
But it was too late.
Frank spotted her.
His face lit up, and he lifted his hand in greeting before leaning slightly toward Ramon, saying something to him. Ramon followed his gaze.