She’d spent as much of her day as possible away from the condo — visiting the Santa Fe Museum of Art, which was only a few blocks away from where she was staying, going to the movies, checking out some of the shops along Guadalupe Road, which she hadn’t explored before then. By the time Elena got back to her temporary home base, it was nearly six o’clock, meaning she wouldn’t have to kill much time before she started thinking about what she wanted to order for dinner.
In the meantime, though, she put her purchases away, got a glass of water, toyed with the idea of calling for Belshegar before she gave an inner shake of her head. She couldn’t keep calling him every time she felt lonely or didn’t know what to do with herself. Back home, she’d had chores to keep her busy when she wasn’t read
