20
“YOU REMEMBERED,” VERENA said into the phone, her heart lurching. “Your flowers reminded me of the hotel.”
She and Scarlett had just stepped into a specialty food shop on Robertson Boulevard when her mobile phone rang.
“You’re back from Paris?” Verena knew she should hang up, but Lance’s voice was like a salve to her wounded soul. Yet how was she going to handle him now?
Scarlett swung around with a puzzled expression.
“I’ll never forget it either.” Verena caught her lower lip between her teeth. Never, as long as I live.
Who’s that? Scarlett mouthed silently.
When Verena shook her head, Scarlett’s curiosity was piqued. Verena waved her off.
As Lance spoke, the sound of his rich voice eroded her resolve. She remembered how they had danced and how safe and loved she had felt in hi
