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party later?” The programmer director cut into his train of thought.
     
    “Oh, um…well yes. Will all the staff be there. I’d like to speak more with Bria’s therapist.”
     
    Carlos hadn’t really planned to attend the pool party but decided after learning of Sophie’s involvement in the party that he would definitely go. This would be more of a casual pre-date. He could not believe his luck.
     
     
     
    Sophie felt her throat close up when she saw Carlos walk into the recreation room with the program director. Had he been watching her behind the one way window in the next room? Suddenly   her heart beat escalated and she felt self-conscious. What on earth was he doing there? At   her volunteer work? Was he stalking her?
     
    Well, now she knew how it felt to be watched in one’s own elements. What was his game plan? She could not help her heart beating hard and fast in her chest, nor the butterflies in her stomach as she watched him walking towards her direction.
     
    She was just about to do arts and crafts now with Bria . There she was in jeans and a plain t-shirt and her hair pinned up. Not exactly glamorous.
     
    Still, he looked delicious in his polo shirt and cargo pants. God his muscles were ripped on his arms and legs. He looked firm and lean. Gorgeous and casual.
     
    Dressed for a…barbecue? Surely, he could not be attending the pool party later.
     
           Damn, Carlos! Why do you have to look so sexy dressed up or dressed down?
     
    She could tell by the way he held her gaze that he was on to her. Nervously she turned her attention back to Bria .
     
    “ Bria would you like to paint or make a flower?” she said trying to hide the nervousness in her voice as Carlos stood there with the program director. His hands shoved into his pockets. A slight grin curled his luscious lips. She could smell the faint delicious scent of his aftershave. Why did he have to turn her on at every turn? This was not going to be easy.
     
    Focus, Sophie. Focus on Bria . Ignore Carlos.
     
    “Um. Flower!” Bria answered Sophie enthusiastically. Thankfully, Bria’s back was turned to Carlos.
     
    “Great, so what we’ll do is gather all the papers to make our little flower.” Sophie had already spent the early morning shredding various coloured papers for the children who wanted to make a flower bouquet. She was glad Bria wanted that choice. Children with special needs love the sensory experience of handling paper and manipulating colours and shapes. It was perfect. Except having Carlos there. Should she acknowledge him, now? She wanted to focus on Bria right now.
     
    “Sophie, this is Bria’s guardian, Carlos. He’s just here to observe you working with Bria .”
     
    Sophie felt her heart pound in her throat.
     
    Bria’s guardian? Carlos?
     
    Sophie glanced at Bria while she played with the craft paper fitting it into a flower and glanced at Carlos.
     
    “ Bria is my little sister,” Carlos offered.
     
    “Your sister?” Sophie could suddenly see the resemblance but never would she have imagined that her newest client would have any relation to her other job as a matchmaker. Both had the beautiful honey tan complexion and large dark eyes and shiny ebony hair. They were beautiful people. Of course, it was obvious now. She wondered if this was the reason he was looking for a temporary wife.
     
    “Yes, why does that surprise you?”
     
    “Oh, um, nothing, I just…I never thought…” Sophie felt heat gush to her cheeks. Luckily Bria was so engaged in her activity she was unaware of what was going on around her. The program director excused herself after receiving an overhead page.
     
    “Oh, nothing. How did you learn about this centre?” Well, it was quite a coincidence that Bria turned up last weekend as a new client.
     
    “Becky told me all about the program here.”
     
    “Oh, right, Becky. She’s wonderful isn’t she? She’s been an ABA therapist for like…ever. I’ve learned