CHAPTER 9
As soon as dinner was done, Blake gave me a glass of wine and asked me to join him on the terrace. We sat on chairs facing each other with a small table in our center.
“Okay–I want to ask several questions,” Blake opened our 'talk portion' with that sentence.
I shrugged my shoulder and sipped my wine, “Fire them, Blake.”
He said, ‘several questions’, I would expect a lot. He wouldn’t stop until he could haul out from my brain the details and the truth about my foolish proposal.
“What’s the good of this for you?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Did you just roll your eyes on me, Graciella? Don’t do that again,” he warned.
Rolling eyes was rude, the reason why he didn’t like it. But, going through the process of explaining again was not appealing to me.
“Okay– I’m sorry but I’ve exp
