“Tell me all about this boyfriend of yours,” Carmen demanded to know as soon as they settled at the bar.
This latter smiled at her friend before saying, “He’s an art gallery owner in Phoenix.”
Okay, so she wasn’t telling her best friend the entire truth. Would she ever? She didn’t think so.
“How did you two meet? When did you meet?” The brunette then asked.
“At my birthday,” Tara told her, and Carmen c****d a disbelieving eyebrow at her. She then felt compelled to add, while blushing to the roots of her hair, “My seventeenth birthday.”
“What?” She all but shrieked as she rose to her feet.
“Sit down,” Tara instructed softly. “You’re making a scene.”
“That f*****g pedophile! I’ll strangle the life out of him,” she was fuming, and it showed.
The mere image of her attempting t
