Chapter Eight
“Really?” Taryn Oliver said, her green eyes wide with surprise. “Raphael?”
“Oh, God, not you, too,” I moaned. I almost buried my head in my hands but decided I probably shouldn’t be so theatrical in such a public place.
The two of us were sitting in the Red Planet Diner, partly because it was a complete tourist trap that most Sedona natives tended to avoid, and partly because they did have killer shakes and sundaes, and right then drowning in chocolate seemed like a better idea than drowning in wine. Although that might be my next step.
“Sorry,” Taryn said swiftly. She swirled her spoon through the mixture of partially melted ice cream and hot fudge in the bowl before her. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just….”
I slurped up some chocolate shake through my straw and wa
