, distracted. “What would you like to
drink?”
“I’ll ha一ve a glass of white wine, thank you.”
His brow furrows, but he holds his tongue and heads
for the open bar.
“Ana!”
José comes barreling through a throng of people.
Holy cow! He’s wearing a suit. He looks good and
he’s beaming at me. He enfolds me in his arms, hugging me
hard. And it’s all I can do not to burst into tears. My
friend, my only friend while Kate is away. Tears pool in
my eyes.
“Ana, I’m so glad you made it,” he whispers in my ear,
then pauses and abruptly holds me at arm’s length, staring
at me.
“What?”
“Hey are you okay? You look, well, odd. Dios mio,
ha一ve you lost weight?”
I blink back my tears. “José, I’m fine. I’m just so
happy for you.” Crap—not him, too. “Congratulations on
the show.” My voice wa一vers as I see his concern etched
on his oh-so-familiar face, but I ha一ve to hold myself
together.
“How did you get here?” he asks.
“Christian brought me,” I say, suddenly apprehensive.
“Christian brought me,” I say, suddenly apprehensive.
“Oh.” José’s face falls and he releases me. “Where is
he?” His expression darkens.
“Over there, fetching drinks.” I nod in Christian’s
direction and see he’s exchanging pleasantries with
someone waiting in line. Christian glances up when I look
his way and our eyes lock. And in that brief moment, I’m
paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who
gazes at me with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze
hot, burning into me, and we’re lost for a moment staring
at each other.
Holy cow . . . This beautiful man wants me back, and
deep down inside me sweet joy slowly unfurls like a
morning glory in the early dawn.
“Ana!” José distracts me, and I’m dragged back to the
here and now. “I am so glad you came—listen, I should
warn you—”
Suddenly, Miss Very Short Hair and Red Lipstick cuts
him off. “José, the journalist from the Portland Printz is
here to see you. Come on.” She gives me a polite smile.
“How cool is this? The fame.” He grins, and I can’t
help but grin back—he
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