ENRIQUE HADN’T SEEN Sarah all day, and he was grateful for the respite. Conference calls with the office in London had kept him busy all day. He was stressed enough without having to worry about little Miss Sunshine appearing to disarm his brain.
He smiled wearily to himself, realizing how close to the truth his joking assessment of her was. She was little Miss Sunshine to him. Bringing light into his otherwise dull world.
Not tonight, though.
Tonight, he would forget her.
Enrique strode off for the shower and to change for his party.
Enrique’s guests arrived at the house promptly at 5:30 pm. Sofia had organized a string quartet to play music throughout the night, and he smiled at the way the house had been decked out for this evening.
His chef had prepared amazing appetizers an
