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Mia shrugged. It was too much to think about. “We’ll see.”
“Meeee-a!” Maria said, as she had when Mia was a little girl. Maria could stretch her daughter’s name out for a full minute when she wanted to.
“I know, Mama, I know. I might want to hear him out. We spent two years together.”
“After two years, he should know he wants you. You’re father, he knew he wanted me forever after two weeks.”
What about two days? Mia thought.
Maria took a bite of her scone. “Didn’t you go down to Bartlett’s Marina the other day?”
Mia nodded. “The fishing disaster.”
“Did you see anyone interesting down there?”
Mia had met the most interesting person of her life down there, but she shook her head. “No, why?”
“Theresa Chavez told me that her daughter—you know, Juana?”
Mia swallowed a scowl. She couldn’t stand Juana Chavez. They’d gone to high school together, and sometimes Mia ran into her out in dance clubs on her girls’ nights out. Juana had gigantic fake boobs and gigantic fake lips and she didn’t own an item of clothing that could be worn in an office or church. “What about her?”
“Juana is on the prowl, that girl. For a wealthy man.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.”
“She heard talk of a software mogul docking his yacht there, at Bartlett’s. Some boat worth millions of dollars.”
Mia shrugged. “All the boats I saw were fishing boats.”
“Oh, too, bad.” Maria winked. “Perhaps you could have found someone to help you forget about baldy Jeff. You’re so much prettier than Juana, and from what Theresa said, Juana was all a twitter about this man.”
Mia sipped her coffee. It seemed too coincidental. Juana not only liked her men rich, she liked them handsome. Blaine was definitely the only handsome man at that marina when she visited. The rest were either fat and middle aged, or teenagers working on the docks. “Did she mention the man’s name?”
Maria took out her phone and scrolled through her texts. “I think so…she said he was Eng—Oh, here.” She held her phone toward Mia. The message leapt into Mia’s face.
He’s English. Blaine Daniels. Oooh-lala! ;)
*
Mia drove straight back to Blaine’s condo. She rang the doorbell three times. His tired voice came over the intercom. “Who is it?”
“It’s Mia.”
A pause, then, “Come up.”
He reminded her of the code and she punched it in. The elevator opened on the elegant foyer and she strode into the apartment. She still wore her clothes from last night, but he hadn’t changed out of his gym shorts, so she supposed they were equal.
“Hey,” he said. “I thought we said goodbye.” To her surprise
, his eyes were red. She didn’t put too much stock in it. It could have been from lack of sleep, or a bit of a wine hangover.
“Blaine Daniels. Software mogul,” she said. She opened her phone’s Internet browser and read aloud. “Founder of BMD Integrated Systems. Credited with revolutionizing meta data—” She didn’t even know how to pronounce what came next. “—something or other. Sold BMD Systems to Oracle for $750 million dollars in 2012.”
His face paled with her every word.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
Blaine stood and began rinsing cups in the sink. “Now you know. Surprised you didn’t Google me before now.”
