Chapter 30
NAOMI
Saturday night
The night is almost over when I take my first sip of wine.
After dancing on the Alchemist’s textured, groove-ridden hardwood floor all night, I find myself suddenly thirsty for something other than water.
Sawyer never showed.
At this latest Cougars-win afterparty-s***h-unofficial-going-away-party-for-me, after all the twirling, hips swiveling and laughing is done, the DJ finally starts to slow the music and I have come to the slow realization that he isn’t coming.
Probably ever again.
I can’t say I blame him.
I never picked up his calls.
And even when my fingers literally itched to pick up my phone and dial his number, I’d pulled them back, occupied them with making pastelitos or scheduling last minute events and charities and autograph-signings fo
