CHAPTER 40
AS I’D EXPECTED to be away for the whole week, I wasn’t rostered on at Java or Il Tramonto, which gave me a few days to hibernate. I never wanted to see daylight again. In fact, after I’d watched all the Twilight movies in their entirety, I was seriously considering a new career as a vampire.
Imogen tried her best to cheer me up. On Tuesday, in between stuffing me full of chocolate and pouring me glasses of wine, she brought me a tiny voodoo doll with Oliver’s face stuck on it and a box of dressmaker’s pins.
“I made the doll myself. Impressed?”
“Very.”
“You should stake him through the heart, right where it hurts.”
But I couldn’t.
“I think it hurt Oliver too, the split. But he didn’t know what else to do.”
“Stop making excuses for him. He behaved like the world’s biggest
