Valentina Called
It was Valentina calling. Of course it was. Of course.
I hesitated to answer, but sighed and picked up.
âWere you meditating just now, love?â Valentina asked.
I cleared my throat. âI have no idea what youâre talking about. And quit calling me love.â
Valentina laughed, low and smug. âOh, love⊠why donât you have dinner with me at the restaurant downstairs?â
I groaned. I wanted to sleep after meditating. Okay, fineâafter meditating and chasing it with melatonin and whiskey.
âOh, love, come on,â she purred. âIt might be fun. We could kick each other under the table⊠and that might even be hot.â













