OPHELIA
The most primally attractive man I have ever seen in the flesh is sipping Kahlua-spiked cocoa with me in my office not half an hour after gunning down my husband with my help. I roll this fact over and over in my mind as he calmly explains our current predicament—and his proposed solution.
“So, we find what’s left of the stolen millions and anything else we can take with us, you pack bags for yourself and the kid, and we take off for Los Angeles. We get a fresh car and some tourist clothes, then head for Baja.” He lifts his eyebrows slightly. “How’s your Spanish?”
“Uh ... well…” I smile sheepishly. “My neighbor’s been teaching me bits. But I know my accent probably hurts her ears, and I’m likely talking gibberish half the time.” Maria’s going to wonder what the hell happened if
