Her life had changed so drastically since their first meeting, it would have been understandable if she’d forgotten all about him. And yet, she hadn’t.
Sofia went back to bed. She crawled onto the wobbly air mattress in her brother’s spare bedroom—the very symbol of how much her life had changed. After she’d caught her fiancé sexting with some faceless girl, then finding out that the faceless girl was only one in many, she’d had to move out of their condo in Aventura and in with her older brother, Miguel, who was still in a post-divorce funk.
Although months had passed, Sofia still had nausea when she thought about the night her life had fallen apart, which was often. She’d returned home after a late meeting with a client. The lights of their condo had been dimmed, bringing the sparkling water and city views into focus. The TV was on mute and a welcoming silence flowed through the rooms. She heard Franco moving around in the guest bathroom.
Exhausted, she’d stepped out of her heels, waddled over to the couch and curled up with her favorite throw pillow. The TV remote was on the far side of the coffee table next to Franco’s keys, wallet and phone. She’d stared at the remote, willing it to fly into her hands. When Franco’s phone started buzzing and chiming, her eyes had been too dry from her failed attempt at mind control to focus on the nude pic that had popped up in a chain of text messages, small as a postage stamp. Nonetheless, she’d seen it.
The bathroom door swung open. Franco came out, chuckling to himself and murmuring in that sexy way that used to make her hot. “Someone is impatient.” He came trotting into the living room, still dressed for work in a striped shirt and a pair of black trousers. She thought of a zillion things to say, but her jaw was clenched tight and the words jammed in her throat.
Franco froze when he spotted her.
The phone chimed again, this time with a text message consisting of several emojis, one of which was a peach. And say what you wanted about Franco, the former high school football star had impeccable reflexes. He leaped over an upholstered ottoman and snatched the phone off the table. Sofia, though, couldn’t move. She and Franco had been adrift for some time, and yet she had not seen this coming. She sat perfectly still while all the love she’d ever had for the man drained from her heart.
* * *
That night, Sofia had driven straight to Leila’s place. Nick had answered the door. “She’s at a yoga or meditation class or something.”
Sofia checked the time on her phone. It was eight thirty. “You know what? I’ll just go.”
She’d felt silly showing up like that. She should’ve stayed home and dealt with Franco like an adult. Her phone hadn’t stopped ringing since she’d staged her walkout. It rang then. She hit the ignore button and silenced the ringer.
Nick gave her a quick once-over. “She won’t be long. Come in. I’ll open a bottle.”
Nick was good, luring her in with the promise of treats. “No, I shouldn’t—” Her phone buzzed in her hand, provoking a jolt of anger. The next thing she knew she was screaming at the thing. “Stop calling me!”
Nick’s blue eyes flashed. If he was judging her, though, there was no trace of it. He stepped aside and ushered her in. “What are you drinking? White or red?”
“Tequila.”
“You got it.”
Nick called Leila while pouring from a bottle of Patrón. “Sofia is here...Ten minutes?...Don’t worry...I love you.”
Sofia sat on a kitchen bar stool. “You guys still say ‘I love you’ on quick calls?”
She’d known Nick long before he and Leila were a thing. Sofia had worked with him on various projects. But the moment Leila had joined his team, it was clear to everyone that they were head over heels in love. But everyone had expected the infatuation to die down, especially after Nick moved away to New York for a year. And yet, here they were, almost two years later, happier than ever before.
Nick placed a glass before her. “We still do a lot of things.”
She took a gulp. The tequila went down smooth, but still she choked on it.
“Slow it down,” he said. “What’s going on with you?”
“Franco and I...”
Nick raised a hand. He didn’t seem interested in the salacious details. “Just tell me it’s over.”
“It’s over.” Sofia took a breath. Saying it made it true.
“Good,” Nick said.
The two men knew each other. Nick used to stop by Franco’s car dealership to check out the inventory. Sofia had always suspected they didn’t like each other much. What Nick said next confirmed it. “Sofia, Franco is an idiot.”
“No. I’m the idiot.”
“Why blame yourself?” Nick asked.
“Who else is there to blame?” she cried. “We were in trouble for months, for years, and I still forced him to propose.”
“You can’t force a man to do anything,” Nick said. “Besides, Leila said you two were wrong for each other.”
“She said that?” Sofia sat up straight.
“Leila admires you,” Nick said quietly. “She had a feeling something wasn’t right, but trusted you knew what you were doing.”
“Is that what you two do, cuddle up in bed and gossip about me?”
Nick shook his head. “Not in bed, no.”
Sofia frowned. She and Franco never gossiped. Even if she came home with a hot story, he didn’t indulge her.
“Why did you want to marry him so badly?” Nick asked.
Sofia hid her face with her hands and groaned. “We’d been together for so long. Since high school! It was the next logical step.”
“Forget logic. It either feels good or it doesn’t.” Nick took her glass and poured the rest of her tequila down the kitchen sink. “So what are you going to do now?”
“No clue. And you wasted some perfectly good booze.”
“If you need a place to stay for a few days or weeks, you’re welcome to crash with us.”
“I’m heartbroken, not homeless. But thanks.”
Leila burst through the door. “Sofia! Why didn’t you text me, let me know you were stopping by? I would’ve skipped yoga.” She joined Nick behind the kitchen counter and planted a kiss on his shoulder.
Nick and Leila made a ridiculously attractive couple. The brown-skinned beauty and the blue-eyed Canadian had had their share of problems, but they’d come out on the other side.
“Are you up for dessert? I made rum cake.” Leila reached into the liquor cabinet and produced a brown bottle. “With this!”
She held up the bottle of Barbancourt, Haitian rum. Sofia
