“Gosh, maybe you two should just have sex and call it a day.”
A frown pulled on my lips. “I’d rather sleep with Richard.”
“Uh-huh, sure.”
“I have too much pride to ever let Allister touch me again. There’s no better way to tell a woman you’re not interested than leaving her naked in your bed for three years.”
“Touché.”
“Besides, I’m not interested anyway.”
Valentina made a hmm noise.
I glanced at her. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, just spit it out.”
“If you don’t want anything to do with him, then what do you think of me trying my hand?”
I laughed in disbelief. “With Christian?”
She nodded.
Oh, my god, she was serious. My amusement dropped with my stomach. “Why on Earth would you want to do that?”
“Please. Have you seen him?”
“Of course, but weren’t we just talking about what an asshole he is?”
“What do they say . . . the bigger the asshole, the better he is in bed?”
“I don’t think they say that, though.”
A sly look flickered in her eyes. “If this is upsetting you—”
“It’s one-hundred percent not upsetting me, but I thought you were seeing Eddie?”
She waved a hand. “He’s stepping out on me, just like my husband. It’s time to move on.”
I chewed my cheek. “If Ricardo finds out you’re seeing other men—”
“Save it. I know, and I’m always careful. So . . . be honest, would it bother you? Because I don’t have to—”
“I told you, I don’t want anything to do with him, and I meant it.”
Gosh, it was hot. The sun seemed to burn hotter and heavier in the last few seconds. I pulled my hair off my neck.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
I must have had too many margaritas because they were beginning to feel like a lump of lead in my stomach.
My cell phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I was so distracted I didn’t think to check the caller ID before getting to my feet and answering it near the pool.
“Hello?” I dipped my toes in the cool water.