Chapter 23 The Unexpected

Anya de Luna's POV

“Yesterday, some idiot raced past us as if he was participating in Formula One,” I complain to Rosemarie. It’s the first time I’m visiting her at her home, and let’s just say I’m blown away. I knew she came from money, but the mansions (yes, plural) are spectacular.

“The driver was a freaking maniac.”

She shakes her head. “It’s insane.” She glances over her shoulder, then asks, “How many sugars?”

“Two, please.” I look at the living room where Vincent is trying to teach Roman how to play with cars. Rosemarie’s son is trying to eat them while mine is patiently saying no, then showing how to push the little cars on the tiles.

I have an amazing child.

Rosemarie places a cup of coffee down in front of me. “Have you heard from that guy again?”

“The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer?” I pick up the cup and take a sip.

“Yes, that one.”

I shake my head. “No. I’m glad he got the message.”

She scrunches her nose then gives me a playful smile. “So you really don’t want to