Chapter 4I arrived at class fifteen minutes early and sat down at my pottery wheel, eager to see Eduardo. Janet, the wine mom, tried to sit down at the empty seat beside me, but I quickly put out my arm to protect it.
“Sorry, this one’s taken,” I said with a forced smile.
Janet took her wine box to the other end and sat down. She glared at me as she took a glass from her purse and topped it off with red wine.
I’m not here to make friends, Janet, I thought to myself. I’m here to find a man. Pottery class is cutthroat.
Theodora began class, and I checked my watch—7:05. Where was Eduardo? I remembered all my pining and dreaming and lusting over him this past week, and I felt slightly embarrassed.
Maybe I got ahead of myself. We definitely had a connection when we spoke after class, right
