Chapter 4

“Mr. Dasio?” The voice was deep and sexy, somewhat alluring and quite masculine. I didn’t know who exactly it belonged to, but was interested in finding out, since it was Latino.

“Yes. This is he.”

“Casper, this is Donlito Estar.”

“Who?” The tone in my voice clearly stated confusion, although I really knew who it was. The one and only Amazon Don that I had secretly fallen in love with while watching his show on WTUR for the past year.

“I bumped into your truck yesterday on Flamingo Boulevard.”

“You bumped into my what?” I played with him, grinning from ear to ear. Most men liked someone who was funny or fun I had learned during my years of dating.

“Your truck. I rear-ended it, Casper.”