”
I pick up two Rolling Rocks from the crowded bar and
head over to the table where José is seated.
“You found Christian’s place okay?”
“Yeah. I ha一ven’t been inside. I just delivered the
photos to the service elevator. Some guy named Taylor
took them up. Looks like quite a place.”
“It is. You should see inside.”
“Can’t wait. Salud, Ana. Seattle agrees with you.”
I flush as we clink bottles. It’s Christian that agrees
with me. “Salud. Tell me about your show and how it
went.”
He beams and launches into the story. He sold all but
three of his photos, which has taken care of his student
loans and left him some cash to spare.
“And I’ve been commissioned to do some landscapes
for the Portland Tourist Authority. Pretty cool, huh?” he
finishes proudly.
“Oh José—that’s wonderful. Not interfering with your
studies though?” I frown at him.
“Nah. Now that you guys ha一ve gone and three of the
guys I used to hang out with, I ha一ve more time.”
“No hot babe to keep you busy? Last time I saw you,
you had half a dozen women hanging on your every
word.” I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Nah, Ana. None of them are woman enough for me.”
He’s all bra一vado.
He’s all bra一vado.
“Oh sure. José Rodriguez, lady killer.” I giggle.
“Hey—I ha一ve my moments, Steele.” He looks vaguely
hurt, and I am chastened.
“Sure you do.” I mollify him.
“So, how’s Grey?” he asks, his tone changing,
becoming cooler.
“He’s good. We’re good,” I murmur.
“Serious, you say?”
“Yes. Serious.”
“He’s not too old for you?”
“Oh José. You know what my mom says—I was born
old.”
José’s mouth twists wryly.
“How is your mom?” And like that, we are out of the
danger zone.
“Ana!”
I turn and there’s Kate with Ethan. She looks
gorgeous: sun-kissed, bleached strawberry-blond hair,
golden tan, and beaming white smile, and so shapely in her
white cami and tight white jeans. All eyes are on Kate. I
leap up from my seat to give her a hug. Oh how I’ve
missed this woman!
She pushes me away from her and holds me at arm’s
length, examining me clo
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