7
ELENA FLOPPED ONTO the bed in the apartment. “Stefan, Kristo, wow. How many other sexy exes are you hiding?”
“I never actually dated Kristo, but according to tabloids, there are a whole lot more,” Penelope said, checking the street below. She was growing obsessive about her privacy. However, the street seemed clear. She turned to Elena. “Wish I knew half of them.”
Raising herself on her elbows, Elena asked, “If you had to choose, which one would you take? I’ll take the other one.”
Penelope slipped off her shoes, smirking at her friend. “Neither. Stefan was married to a friend of mine, and Kristo is obsessive. Didn’t you notice?” She’d told Elena about Stefan and Monica at lunch.
Elena rolled over on the bright blue-and-white Marimekko floral bedspread. “You still call Monica a frien
