She left just a hint of curl at the crown of her head. She smiled at Matt’s reflection in the mirror over the bedroom’s triple dresser as he entered the room. “Simple enough, Darling?” He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. His black hair glistened with moisture from his recent shower. His gaze met hers in the glass. “You’ll never look plain or simple, Eve.” The compliment brought a wave of heat to her cheeks. She’d selected a yellow linen sheath dress with a pair of low-heeled, black, patent leather pumps. His hands moved down her arms, encircling her waist, and she leaned back against his body. “You’re ravishing,” he whispered. Turning around to face him, Eve stared up at Matt. She cradled his lean, dark-skinned face between her slender hands. “Thank you, my love.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go downstairs, Preciosa. Jorge and Lilian will be arriving at any moment.” “You’ve gotten yourself quite a prize, Mateo,”
