Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT
July
I had a mental image of cartoon calendar pages flying off the wall—that was how fast the next few weeks passed. I was constantly with Victor or Alex. For a girl who was used to being alone, having two attractive men in my life daily was a pleasant shock.
My days were spent either writing at my agency office or with Alex at his, working out the particulars of the rest of our plan for the next nine months. Most of my nights were with Victor––he and I were actually able to see one another on a regular basis––and he was being incredibly patient as I struggled to get over the complex mental hurdles that kept me from making him my lover. I couldn’t help but feel stupid going through this at my age, but his willingness to wait for me, to try to understand my i
