Like disembodied parts, they stuck out from beneath Pura's ancient Chevy truck. Her grandmother had mentioned that something was wrong with the pickup's transmission, and Esteban had volunteered to take a look at it.She stared at his muscular legs outlined in his skin-tight jeans, and her heart squeezed at the thought of turning him down, even though she knew she had to do it. Since she'd been old enough to care how she looked, she'd been attracted to Esteban. His bad-boy good looks were hard to dismiss. And there was a certain electrical current that surrounded him, too, as if the very air sizzled when he was near. Girls and then women flocked to him, making Natalia feel strangely immature, although she was older by two years.Older by two years and so different.She wanted to marry a man like her father, a professional man with his feet on solid ground. One who could provide for and nurture a family properly. She had thought she had found the perfect match in Hector, but he'd changed, veering from the simple promise of their youth.
