Chapter 6

The suppression of speech didn’t prevent him from daydreaming, though. And sneaking furtive peeks at Efren, or more specifically, Efren’s muscled thighs, the definition of which was clearly on display through the tautly pulled leather of his riding trousers.

Thank goodness for cool breezes. Although, judging by the quirk to Efren’s lips during Marcelo’s last glimpse, his observations weren’t as stealth as he’d hoped.

Marcelo snapped his gaze back to the road ahead. But really, did it matter that Efren knew of his attraction? Surely that was one goal in a marriage, wasn’t it? Marcelo would be delighted to know that Efren thought of him with desire.