“Busy doing what? Chopping too many onions?”
I roll my eyes. “Busy-busy.”
“Why are you so flushed?”
“Flushed?”
“Your cheeks.” She waves a finger at the screen. “They’re beet red.”
“Must be the heat.”
She narrows her eyes and brings the phone close to her face. “You look different.”
“You spent too many hours under the sun.”
“What are you keeping from me?”
I let out a bubbly laugh. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit!” She narrows her eyes again, but this time she squints sideways. “Does this have to do with a guy?” A hint of hope bleeds into herquestion.
Like Brenna, Mani never thought Stefano was good enough for me. While the rest of my family was pissed off at his betrayal, Mani was thanking God. She wanted to kill the cheating asshole, but she was relieved I still had a chance to find the one.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you even go there with me, Carina Callahan. We’ve known each other far too long for you to look me in the face and lie. Spill it. Who put that spark in your eyes?”
“It might have to do with a certain local boy.”
Her eyes go so wide, they practically take over her face. “He has a drawl?”
“Of course.”
“Cute?”
“Devastatingly handsome.”
“Tall?”
I nod.
“Older?”
“Only by a few years.”
“He has a full head of hair?”
“Silky, dark brown and thick.”
“Eye color?”
“God was undoubtedly behind that one. Dark green with specs of gold.”
She brings her hand to her heart. “Sweet baby Jesus.”
“I know.”
“Strong and muscular?”
