CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Three hours of sailing with high winds and waves kept Jules’s mind off Alejandro’s kisses. Thank goodness she’d needed to focus on steering the boat, or she would have been sighing, staring, and swooning.
Pathetic.
But she couldn’t help herself. Alejandro overwhelmed Jules. Which was why, as soon as the crew was ready to leave after sailing, she’d hurried up the dock without saying goodbye to him or anyone.
She may have apologized, but not because kissing Alejandro had felt wrong. It had been oh-so-right. As if that was what she should do today, tomorrow, and every day for the rest of her life. That was why she’d been sorry—because feeling that way while engaged to Enrique wasn’t fair to either man.
Either…brother.
She jogged through the park, eager to return to the
