Antonio’s POV

I cupped my palm over my face. "So that was why he gave you his shirt," I said, allowing my inner thoughts to leak out. I had almost never done that before I met her.

Her eyes met mine; she seemed surprised, then a little embarrassed. "I thought I could make my own DIY sports clothes, or at least something I would be comfortable in.

Carlos took one look at me and just handed me his shirt."

I kept thinking about Carlos being in here with her. As my right hand, being fit and built wasn't an option for him—it was a necessity. While I tried to cool...