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Paul Stone accepts Connie Gonzalezs invitation to join her for a traditional and fun-filled Cuban Christmas Eve dinner. Paul is instantly captivated by her intriguing kid sister. Carmen Gonzalez is leery of the self-assured FBI agent whose upscale upbringing provided him with all he ever needed. . . except love. After a fast-paced courtship, Paul and Carmen are ready to walk down the aisle, blissfully unaware that fate and their own secret fears will test their fragile commitment long before they make it to the altar . . . .
Chapter 3 It was bedlam inside the kitchen, Paul decided. The women bustled about, putting away food, preparing plates for washing since to his surprise there was no dishwasher in the small confines of the kitchen. He placed the empty dishes on the counter and asked Connie's mom if he could help out. "No, thank you. You are a guest. Please go and sit, or go for a walk with the men. We'll bring out the dessert in a little while," she offered generously. Paul hesitated. Victor was donning an apron, a flowered, ruffled little thing which barely covered the broad plains of his chest. When Victor glanced up, caught his amused grin, the other man laughed. "Run while you're still a free man, Paul. I'm doing this to avoid the doghouse." Victor held up his hands then like the surgeon that he was and faked a serious face. "Nurse, my gloves please." Carmen gently tossed the latex gloves in his face, then relented and slipped them on Victor's hands, mimicking the actions of a scrub nurse. "I get double time on holidays," she teased her boss, who merely grimaced and shook his head. "I get no respect," he mumbled and headed to the sink to wash. A swell of longing washed over Paul. There was no doubt about the love here. As a child he had envied families like this, the Cosbys of the world. He had certainly never had anything remotely similar while growing up nor to this day. That was why he was here now, thanks to the generosity of Connie. In a moment of epiphany, he decided he wasn't going to let this moment pass. For tonight, on this night when miracles were supposed to happen, he would be part of this loving, caring family. Paul slipped off his sport jacket, laid it over the back of the chair, and grabbed another equally frou frou apron. He slipped it on, folded back the sleeves of his shirt, and joined Victor at the sink. "I'll dry," he stated and Victor looked at him and grinned. "I'm jealous. You look better in that thing than I do. It must be true then," he said, shaking his head and passing Paul a dripping dish. "What's that?" Paul asked, surprised by the instant sense of camaraderie he felt with this man. "Blondes do have more fun." Both men laughed together, then continued washing and drying with amiable chatter about their jobs, Connie, and Carmen. They were almost finished when Carmen approached, dangling a small piece of something, Paul couldn't tell what, between her fingers. "Cook's treat," she said and offered the piece to Victor. Victor shook his head and motioned in Paul's direction. "Let the gringo try it," he said, and Paul knew he was teasing. Carmen glanced at him, hesitating. Finally she took the step closer to Paul and held up the dark brown piece of what looked like meat. He leaned down and she brought it to his lips, but barely, forcing him to make the last final move. He grabbed hold of her wrist to hold her hand steady and placed his lips around the meat. Figuring he had no choice, or at least hoping that was the way it seemed, he continued to hold her hand and licked the fingers which had held the tasty, somewhat crunchy piece of meat. "Delicious." Carmen's fingers tingled where his lips had touched her. Her wrist burned from the heat of his grasp. "Thanks. It's called a chicharron. It's the skin off the pork leg." She had hoped to shock his sensibilities, but he merely grinned and whispered in low tones, "I wasn't talking about the pork." Heat raced up her throat and across her cheeks. She pulled her hand away and was about to launch a scathing retort when her mother came by, advising it was time for dessert. Carmen bit her tongue, but glared at him as he motioned for her to precede him back into the dining room. He held the chair out for her and then sat. Carmen accepted the plate of pastries Victor passed to her and held it out to Paul. He hesitated, clearly unfamiliar with the Cuban sweets, and Carmen relented and helped him select a few, but with a little surprise thrown in. "Try this one first." She pointed to a conical, wet-looking pastry he had placed on his plate. Paul hesitated, looked at her and then down at the confection, a befuddled look on his face. Carmen huffed, grabbed his fork, cut off a piece, and brought it to his lips. He grinned, winked at her, and took the pastry into his mouth. A second later he grimaced, swallowed, and reached for his glass of water, nearly draining it. "What was that?" She laughed and turned her attention to her own plate. "It's a cake soaked with rum, honey, and sugar." And one for which she had never acquired a taste. "Ah, I get it," she heard him reply. "I do something to tease you and you put a bug in my sandwich to get even, right?" She closed her eyes, wanting to die at his analysis of their behavior and how close to truth it was. They were acting like they were in grade school and didn't quite know how to deal with that first blush of interest in the opposite sex. She looked down at her plate and mumbled, "I'm sorry." "Mmm, I didnt quite hear that." He moved his hand, cupped her chin, and applied gentle pressure to bring her head around until she faced him. "Care to repeat that, again, maybe a little louder?" "No way." His thumb traced the small dimple in her chin and he shifted his hand to rub it across her cheek. "All right, then. Would you be willing to declare a truce?" he said softly. Her skin burned where he touched, making her mouth dry, and her chest grow too tight. It wasn't like her to be unnerved so easily, so quickly. Especially by a man she barely knew and that was frightening. Maybe she had sensed that attraction early on, from the moment he had walked in through the door. And maybe that was why she had been trying to keep him at arm's length. A truce meant she would have to lower those barriers, just a little. She glanced across the table at her sister and Victor, who were clear examples of where things could lead if one took a chance sometimes and had a little faith. She returned to gaze at the man sitting beside her, this very handsome, very blond Anglo man who had tried so hard to be nice tonight and nodded, held out her hand. "Truce," she replied softly and was rewarded by his full, unrestrained smile, and the hint of promise in his gaze. The remainder of the night passed all too quickly and Carmen wondered how it was possible to feel like a child again, waiting for Santa to come. After dessert they cleaned up, laid out finger sandwiches and other appetizers for those who were lingering. In their small living room they had set aside a tiny square and her parents slipped on some albums of old Cuban classics to dance. Her parents swept into each other's arms and executed the paces of the music effortlessly. Soon, Connie and Victor joined them and Carmen sighed, happy at the clear joy and love on her sister's face as she danced with her husband of only a few months. "Care to show me how it's done," Paul asked as he came to stand next to her. Carmen held out her hand and he stepped close. She helped him position his hands, one on her waist, the other held in hers. The song playing was a danzon, one of the traditional Cuban styles of music. One of the slower styles as well luckily. She counted out the steps for him, moving her feet slowly. Paul tried to follow, his head bent down, intently following her count and movements, but it was clear after a few minutes it was a lost cause. He groaned and glanced at her in chagrin. "Should I have warned you that I have two left feet?" Carmen laughed and relented. She laid her hands along his shoulders, pulled him closer as the song ended and Connie switched over to her Ipod and a more modern, slower song. "I guess we'll just have to do it the old fashioned American way," she said and slipped into his arms, forcing him into a simple one-two shuffle. Paul wasn't going to argue. He held her close, but not too close in deference to her family, and swayed to the music, all the time hoping he wouldn't step on her feet. She must have sensed the tension in his body for she softly whispered, "Relax. My toes can handle it." He took a deep breath and gave himself up to the feel of her hands on his shoulders and of her small waist beneath his fingers. With each sway of her hips, her muscles moved and he wondered what all those lovely curves looked like beneath the clothes. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and he drove the image from his mind. Regretfully the song ended and a fast-paced piece came on, one he knew he could never handle. He excused himself, wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and looked around, realizing for the first time he was the only one left. All the other family and friends had somehow departed without his noticing. A quick glance at his watch told him it was high time he left as well. "I really should go," he told her and was somewhat pleased with her momentary look of regret. Carmen nodded and led him to her parents so he could offer his thanks for the night. "Muchas gracias," he said slowly, the sounds uncertain on his lips, but she still gave him credit for the effort. Her parents beamed and he smiled back, calling out to Connie, "Hey, Spee Connie. I'll see you on Tuesday. Thanks." Connie and Victor waved to him, clearly unwillingly to break out of each other's arms for the goodbye. "Take care, Paul. Merry Christmas," Connie replied. Paul smiled happily. "It might just be one after all," he said, and shot Carmen a quick glance. She walked him to the door and stepped outside with him. He turned to her as she stood on the porch, hugging herself to ward off the slight chill of the Miami night air. "I'm glad we called that truce," he admitted, running a hand along her forearm. Carmen almost hated to admit it, but she did as well. "I'm glad, too," she finally said and stood there, feeling awkward with this man. Feeling as if she didn't quite know what to do next, which was a first for her. There were very few times in her life when she had been as uncertain as tonight. He peered down at her, still inches taller despite the fact she was standing on the porch. It was unsettling, all that masculinity waiting before her, expectant and just as hesitant, she realized. "I guess you should go. It was nice meeting you," she offered and held out her hand in what she hoped would be a neutral gesture. Paul smiled and glanced at her hand, then quickly back up to her face. He took hold of her hand, gave it a slow tug to draw her to the edge of the step, and Carmen stumbled on the uneven brick of the porch. He brought his arms around her waist to catch her. They were hard and unyielding, like bands of iron. Slowly he shifted his head down, seemingly intent on one thing. She raised her face hesitantly, eyes opened wide to watch as he did. But she was still uncertain and at the last minute, moved. Their noses bumped and he smiled, used the opportunity to rub his face across hers. His skin was soft, his beard non- existent as if he had shaved before coming over. She savored the caress, the hesitant brush of his lips which enticed and promised so much. Finally, thankfully, he moved his head that last fraction of the way, meeting her lips with his. Carmen lingered on the edge as he gently moved his mouth against hers and she wanted more. She opened her mouth slightly, darting her tongue out quickly to taste the hard line of his lips. Paul groaned at the first tentative swipe of her tongue and pulled away. It was too much, too fast. He was overwhelmed by it all. The whole unfamiliar family thing and the feel of this woman in his arms, too welcoming and too dangerous to the defenses he had erected over the years. Still, it wasn't something he wanted to walk away from, not just yet. "I'd like to see you again." He continued to hold her and caressed her back beneath his hands. She smiled shyly and moved her hands back and forth across his shoulders. "I'd like that, too." Paul grinned and a light-heartedness he hadn't experienced in a long time burst through his body. "I'll call you as soon as I know my schedule." Carmen nodded and hesitantly gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before stepping away and back into the house. Paul managed to restrain himself from doing the little jump he wanted to and instead sauntered down the walk feeling like a new man.
Copyright Notice This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author' s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Copyright 1999 by Caridad Pieiro Scordato All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of Caridad Pieiro Scordato. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of publisher.
Visit Charity/Caridads websites at www. caridad. com and www. charitypineiro. com. Cover design by Caridad Pieiro Scordato Manufactured in the United States of America About the Author Charity Pineiro is the pseudonym for New York Times and USA Today bestselling author and RITAFinalist Caridad Pineiro. Charity/Caridad wrote her first novel in the fifth grade when her teacher assigned a project to write a book for a class lending library. Bitten by the writing bug, Caridad continued with her passion for the written word and in 1999, Caridads first novel was released. Over a decade later, Caridad is the author of nearly 40 published novels and novellas. When not writing, Caridad is a wife, and mother to an aspiring writer and fashionista. For more information, please visit www. caridad. com or www.charitypineiro.com. Additional Books by the Author Writing as Charity Pineiro
NOW AND ALWAYS June 2013 ISBN 1490362770 FAITH IN YOU July 2013 ISBN 1490412697 SOUTH BEACH SIZZLES COLLECTION (contains Now and Always and Faith in You) ASIN B00F681VW2
Additional Books by the Author Writing as Caridad Pineiro Books in The Gambling for Love Romantic Suspense Series THE PRINCES GAMBLE November 2012 ISBN 9781622668007 Entangled Publishing TO CATCH A PRINCESS August 2013 ISBN 9781622661329 Entangled Publishing Books in The Sin Hunter Paranormal Romance Series THE CLAIMED May 2012 ISBN 978-0446584609 Forever Grand Central Publishing THE LOST August 2011 ISBN 978-0446584616 Forever Grand Central Publishing
Books in The Sins Paranormal Romance Series STRONGER THAN SIN November 2010 ISBN 0446543845 Forever Grand Central Publishing SINS OF THE FLESH November 2009 ISBN 0446543837 Forever Grand Central Publishing
Other Novels by Caridad THE FIFTH KINDOM July 2011 ISBN 9781426891885 Carina Press SOLDIERS SECRET CHILD Dec 2008 ISBN 0373276109 Silhouette Romantic Suspense
Novellas
GHOST OF A CHANCE, paranormal short story November 2012 ISBN B00AUGV89G Caridad Pineiro Publishing HER VAMPIRE LOVER October 2012 ISBN 9781459242289 Nocturne Cravings Novella NIGHT OF THE COUGAR June 2012 ISBN 9781459231153 Nocturne Cravings Novella THE VAMPIRES CONSORT April 2012 ISBN 9781459222731 Harlequin Nocturne Cravings Novella NOCTURNAL WHISPERS February 2012 ISBN 9781459221437 Harlequin Nocturne Cravings Novella AMAZON AWAKENING December 2011 ISBN 9781459282766 Available Harlequin Nocturne Cravings Novella WHEN HERALD ANGELS SING novella in A VAMPIRE FOR CHRISTMAS October 2011 ISBN 0373776446 HQN AZTEC GOLD January 2011 ISBN 9781426891045 Carina Press Novella Crazy for the Cat in MOON FEVER Oct 2007 ISBN 1416514902 Pocket Books
Books in THE CALLING/THE REBORN Vampire Novel Series DIE FOR LOVE, December 2013, ASIN B00H6EFD5U Entangled Publishing BORN TO LOVE, November 2013, ISBN 9781622663705 Entangled Publishing TO LOVE OR SERVE, October 2013, ISBN 9781622663477Entangled Publishing FOR LOVE OR VENGEANCE September 2013 ISBN 9781622662937 Entangled Publishing KISSED BY A VAMPIRE (formerly ARDOR CALLS) October 2012 ISBN 9780373885589 Harlequin Nocturne AWAKENING THE BEAST Collection featuring HONOR CALLS October 2009 ISBN 0373250940 Silhouette Nocturne FURY CALLS March 2009 ISBN 0373618077 Silhouette Nocturne HONOR CALLS February 2009 ISBN 9781426828362 Nocturne Bite HOLIDAY WITH A VAMPIRE December 2007 ISBN 0373617763 Silhouette Nocturne THE CALLING COMPLETE COLLECTION October 2008 ISBN 9781426807657 Silhouette Includes Darkness Calls, Danger Calls, Temptation Calls, Death Calls, Devotion Calls, and Blood Callsas well as a the online read Desire Calls. BLOOD CALLS May 2007 ISBN 0373617631 Silhouette Nocturne DEVOTION CALLS January 2007 ISBN 0373617550 Silhouette Nocturne DEATH CALLS Dec 2006 ISBN 0373617534 Silhouette Nocturne TEMPTATION CALLS Oct 2005 ISBN 0373274602 Silhouette Intimate Moments DANGER CALLS June 2005 ISBN 0373274416 Silhouette Intimate Moments DARKNESS CALLS Mar 2004 ISBN 0373273533 Silhouette Intimate Moments
Romantic Suspense Series SECRET AGENT REUNION Aug 2007 ISBN 0373275463 Silhouette Romantic Suspense MORE THAN A MISSION Aug 2006 ISBN 037327498X Silhouette Intimate Moments