Tara was grinning from ear to ear at lunch, and not saying a word to Chloe. She liked teasing her gossip-loving best friend. This latter, however, was getting impatient.
“Look, Tara, I’m worried about you,” she tried a different approach. “What could have happened for you to need a bodyguard? I don’t get it. Are you involved in something dangerous?”
Rather with someone dangerous, Tara thought, before answering, her grin never fading, “Remember Antonio De La Cruz?”
“Don’t tell me you still got something for the man, Tara. Get over it. There was nothing anything between you two and there will never be… He’s from an entirely different league. How many times must I remind you that?” What started as a simple soft reprimand turned into harsh hurtful words.
Tara couldn’t comprehend where
