Chapter Ten
“I’d say you’re crazy,” Sandra said, giving her take on the story Elena laid out for her, especially the part about the nearly orgasmic moments with Ramon in the restaurant. “Walk away from the man of your dreams, who’s intrigued by you, who’s flesh and blood and good c**k, no doubt? Who’s divorcing his wife?” She shook her head in exasperation.
“That might have just been a line, you know,” Elena said.
“You’re crazy not to find out.”
“I’d be crazy to want him.”
“Did it ever occur to you, that somehow, you, Elena Merino, have created all this smoke and shadow, all the illusion and fantasy only so you could prepare yourself for this one really hot guy, this man of your dreams?”
“Don’t start talking like Gretchen and her psychic friend,” Elena said, wanting to laugh at her.
