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. The way Alejandro made her feel overwhelmed Jules. Which was why she’d hurried up the dock back toward safety without a word as soon as the crew was ready to leave.She may have apologized, but it wasn’t because kissing Alejandro had felt wrong. Kissing him had felt oh-so-right. As if that was what she should be doing today, tomorrow and every day for the rest of her life. That was why she’d been sorry. Feeling that way while engaged to Enrique wasn’t fair to either man.She jogged through the park, eager to return to the palace and the sanctuary of her room. The suite provided all she needed—a means to escape and a lovely view from the windows. Enrique had been right about that. The pretty, colorful blossoms soothed her. She could use some soothing now.Enrique.She wove her way through the rocks in the grotto, passed through the wrought-iron gate and locked it behind her.She didn’t want to think about her fiancé now.Not with the effects of Alejandro’s kisses lingering.The tunnel seemed darker and longer, and the smell of moisture and mold more pronounced.
