She didn’t want to open her mouth for fear of saying something wrong again and Carlos, still hurt, didn’t bother to initiate any further conversation. Nikki tried to steal a glance at him from time to time. This beautiful man was a force to be reckoned with. She longed to reach over and wipe the tiny beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. She fumbled for the handkerchief in her purse, but then changed her mind. If she had been closer to his age, she might have entertained the idea of something more developing between them, but here was a man just starting to get his life together. He had no idea how difficult relationships could be. At the first sign of trouble, he would probably want out. Nikki did not want to face the possibility of another failed relationship. Not yet. No, she could not do this. In the four years since she and Trent had divorced, she had only been intimate with one other man and that was over two years ago.
